Letter to Aristotle...

Dearest Aristotle,

I thought I would let you know that long after you’re gone your thought about education is still precise, " The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet."

You are absolutely right, the roots of education is bitter & PRICY! Hmmm… I am not sure yet about the fruit though, I have a very long way before then so for now I will take your word for it. I just paid my school fees for next semester today and suffice to say I am penniless at the moment. I am not sure if something called “working-student” existed during your time. If not, then I must say things have changed quite a bit around here… being a working-student is just a norm in my world. Most people including yours truly have to find ways to finance their own studies, well that is if you really want to succeed in life.

Gone are the days where I can go to school without worrying about the financial aspect of it. And it is sadder to say; gone are the days where I take my time to savor the essence of the learning materials. If you are beside me right now, you will probably shake your head and tell me that I am missing the very essence of education but please do understand that things have changed. Yes, people still have the thirst and craving for wisdom and knowledge. However, people have different reasons why they are pursuing education. In capsule, wealth and stability play a huge factor. I am not easily influence by the world but sometimes the force is too hard to resist that even a well-determined person will give in. As years go by, the reality of life slowly ingesting the noble reason I had for pursuing my education.

I have been yearning to go to school full time again without distressing about work for years now. And I keep thinking that if I save enough then sooner or later I will be able to afford that. Well Aristotle, sooner is definitely out of the option and later is blur. Is my case hopeless? I dare not! There has to be other ways of doing this without extensive damage to my financial rating, like winning a lottery or maybe find someone to adopt me and sent me to school? Naah who am I kidding? There is only one way and that is my “own-way” (of course with the support of those who loves me.) I just have to find the way to that way.

Your poor scholar,
Glendz

"I Run for Life"

Life takes us into unexpected twist and turns sometimes…

“What we thought is the hardest thing could easily turn out to be one most rewarding experience of a lifetime.” - Anonymous

“I Run For Life” is a song they played when we were doing a fund raising for the Calgary Breast Cancer Society. I’ve heard a lot of sappy songs before but this one really hit home. It is an inspiring song to women everywhere who are struggling with the breast cancer disease.

I Run For Life
By: Melissa Etheridge

It's been years since they told her about it

The darkness her body possessed

And the scars are still there in the mirror

Everyday that she gets herself dressed

Though the pain is miles and miles behind her

And the fear is now a docile beast

If you ask her why she is still running

She'll tell you it makes her complete

[Chorus:]

I run for hope

I run to feel

I run for the truth

For all that is real

I run for your mother your sister your wife

I run for you and me my friend I run for life

It's a blur since they told me about it

How the darkness had taken its toll

And they cut into my skin and they cut into my body

But they will never get a piece of my soul

And now I'm still learning the lesson T

o awake when I hear the call

And if you ask me why I am still running

I'll tell you I run for us all

[Chorus]

And someday if they tell you about it

If the darkness knocks on your door

Remember her remember me

We will be running as we have before

Running for answers

Running for more

I would like to congratulate all the people who continually show support to the organization, all the crews, and my co-volunteers who run for the “Weekend for Breast Cancer” on August (this is a long overdue greetings). Also thanks to all the women (or maybe some men) who donated their used bra for a good cost. If you haven’t, then please do so.
But most of all I would like to thank all the victims of the disease who shared their inspiring stories. I salute you guys for facing such challenge with courage and dignity. You guys are truly a symbol of bravery. Never forget - YOU are NOT alone!