Stories From My Garden: Ds's Invite from DLSU Health Sciences Institute

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Ds's Invite from DLSU Health Sciences Institute

This is another blessing that makes us proud of our DS, and thankful to God.

Technically speaking, this is like DLSU "pirating" us to transfer from UP-INTARMED to DLSU Medicine / Health Sciences Institute...

Wow, but no... now a Maroon; will remain a Maroon :)

** NMAT is National Medical Admission Test which is a standardized test designed to upgrade the selection of applicants seeking admission to Philippine medical schools. DS took his in October last year. So even if he and his batchmates (2023) were already accepted two years ago and have started in INTARMED which is the 7-year accelerated program of the U.P. College of Medicine -- prior to NMAT, -- they are NOT exempted from taking this qualifying test...

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God's Bouquet

You must bloom where you are planted,
In the garden we call life,
And bring some special beauty,
To each corner where there's strife.
Perhaps you're but a dandelion,
Wishing you were a rose,
Yet in this place of growingthings,
You're the one God chose.
It's up to you to finish,
What the good Lord has begun,
By growing just the way youshould,
And face each day's new rising sun.
There's room for you if you choose,
To be in a glorious array,
Of beauty from God's garden,
That He'll add to His bouquet.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:--
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1815)