29/03/2026
๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฆ of the Day ๐ธ | ๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐น๐น: ๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ ๐ถ๐ฑ? โ๏ธ๐
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โThere is something about days like this that makes everything feel a little slower.
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โLike time knows it has to be careful โ because moments like these donโt come around often.
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โThis โ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ" was meant to be a day of celebration. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด. It was filled with laughter, with games, with voices that didnโt hold back and smiles that came easily. It looked simple from the outside, almost ordinary.
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โ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต.
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โBecause behind every moment was not just a dayโs worth of preparation, but years.
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โYears of showing up, even on days when it was hard. Years of giving time, energy, and parts of oneself without asking for anything in return. Years of learning, growing, failing, trying again
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โ๐๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ.
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โAnd somehow, all of that found its way into this one day.
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โYou could see it in the way people looked at each other, in the way laughter stayed a little longer than usual, in the quiet pauses that said more than words ever could.
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โAnd when the awards were given, it didnโt feel like a highlight. It felt like a pause โ โa moment where everything that was once tiring, overwhelming, and unseen โwas finally acknowledged.
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โNot loudly, not grandly. But in a way that felt real.
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โAnd maybe thatโs why there was a certain weight to it.
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โBecause while it was a celebration for everyone, ๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐บ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ.
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โNot everything, just this part of it.
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โAnd even then, it didnโt feel like something was being taken away.
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โBecause if thereโs one thing this organization has always done,
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โ๐๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฆ.
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โTo keep moving, to keep growing,
โto pass on what was once learned, once carried, once loved โ from one batch to another, from one set of hands to the next.
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โThe years do not disappear.
โThey stay โ in the people, in the memories, in the kind of impact that does not need to be spoken to be understood.
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โSo maybe this โ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅโ was never just about saying goodbye.
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โMaybe it was about recognizing how far everyone has come, and trusting that whatever comes next will carry the same heart.
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โBecause in the end, this was never just about a single group, or a single year.
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โIt was, and always will be, about everyone who chose to stay, to give, and to become part of something bigger than themselves.
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โAnd that does not end here.
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โ๐๐๐๐๐ฒ๐จ๐ง, ๐๐๐จ-๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ! ๐ช
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โ๐๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฒ ๐ง๐ข๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐จ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ ๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐๐ก๐๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ ๐ค๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐๐ฌ๐๐ง!๐ซ๐
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โ๐ป: Ylisabelle Maraig | ECC Member
โ๐จ: Jethro Borja & Reina Benedicto | MultiEd Committee
