Laboratory School English Club

📝 On April 8, 2026, the English Club held an online workshop seminar entitled: "𝙐𝙣𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 𝘼 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚" 📖.

The event served as a creative platform where students were encouraged to express their thoughts and develop their confidence in writing and speaking. 🗣️✒️Guided by our Resource speaker, Ma’am Jieza Napone, we explored the beauty of creative writing and the power of public speaking, transforming simple words into meaningful stories 📚✨

Through crafting our own narrative paragraphs and listening to five brave volunteers share theirs, the day turned into a celebration of courage, creativity, and self-expression 🌟📝

The event reminded us that 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬—𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 💬💛🩵.

𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬? 🖋️
No worries! Tomorrow's online workshop got you covered!💫
Where blank pages turn into tales and scattered thoughts become stories worth telling. 📜

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. ✨

🖼️: Jan Marcelino Danay

𝙍𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣: 𝙁𝙀𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙣

“She who rises not for the world to see,
but to show all women who they can be. ”

In every era of HERstory, weight over women's shoulders were dismissed, silenced, or pushed aside. But still, they rose for an idea simple in principle, yet complicated by arrogance. A voice, a right, a treatment they would receive if they were a man. The radical truth that we haven't achieved.

A woman's right isn't just about rallies, policies, or political speeches but it is about persistance; in classrooms where girls once had no place in, workplaces that once closed their doors to women, and to a home where voices and courage had to grow before it could be spoken loudly. Every little step made was from a person who challenged society and questioned a world that told women to remain small.

The battle did not start with comfortability, but with discrimination and prejudice. In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, women started movements that demanded the right to vote, to work, and to participate in conversations that could shape their life. They marched in hostile streets, wrote petitions and endured ridicule just because they wanted to be heard. Many lost their jobs, their reputation and some even their lives. Yet the thing they fought for is now a foundation of what we call equality.

Their struggle bore fruit through historic milestones, eventually many countries secured suffrage—the right to vote, creating a democratic society. Education that is once limited to men now lets women through their doors, opportunities in science, politics, medicine, and business widely opened. Proving something we should already know; capability isn't restricted by gender.

But the steep road is far from over.

Though rights were written in the law, it still does not end the barriers they face rooted from old-school culture and tradition. Wage gaps, limited leadership opportunities, and social expectations remained, reminding us that equality in paper does not mean equality in practice. But with each challenge, a little girl or a woman will be more determined to rise.

Now women around the globe innovate in technology, shape global economies, and transform communities. They are scientists exploring the unknown, teachers shaping the minds of tomorrow, entrepreneurs creating opportunities, and advocates defending the rights of others. A proof that equality wasn't about giving women power but a chance to show their talent and potential; that they have a lot to offer.

The modern feminist movement continues this battle and legacy, not to reject society as it is now but to strengthen it. Empowerment may not always be loud, it could be a young girl aspiring to be a thing no one imagined—breaking social norms. The actions from women generations before led to a spark that ignited a thought, an action, and a result. Thus, many women became paragons because they did not stand above others but instead lifted them. Every vote, diploma, and opportunities was a result of their courage and a continuation of their struggles. Their burden is not recognized in monuments or flashy tributes but in millions of women having more rights than generations before them.

A FEMinomenon isn't about title or fame but it is about leading despite doubt, the courage to rise despite resistance and to inspire without seeking recognition.

Let us have a future where daughters will have the same if not more rights than their mothers, not less.

So rise not for the world to see but to let every woman know they can.

📝 & 🖼: Ranz Nathaniel Ferolino

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝑴𝒂’𝒂𝒎 𝑨𝒛𝒆!🎓 🎉

Your hard work and dedication have truly paid off. We are proud to celebrate your achievement in completing your 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 at 𝙂𝙪𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮 on 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝 5, 2026. 📚💙

Your passion for teaching and inspiring students continues to motivate us. May this accomplishment open more opportunities for success and allow you to inspire more learners in the years to come.

Once again, congratulations, Ma’am Aze! Our school and your family are very proud of you. 🎉

— English Club family 🩵

| 𝑳𝒐𝒘𝒌𝒆𝒚

When a dove met her raven, nothing sparked.

Yes, they drifted beside each other on the same quiet forest—but the air did not dance. They both had their shares of similarities, but from afar? Just stillness, just distance measured in inches instead of miles. But the goddess of timing had her plans, silence no longer felt empty. It felt shared, like a secret only nature could hold.

At first, they only crossed paths from the silent hallways. A half-smile after a school assembly she contributed to and he nearly skipped. She thought he was reckless and he thought she was intense.

𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘.

Then time took its tide and made them pause instead of pass, his insouciant smile and her stern gaze. But an organized event made them land on the same tree branch, his abnoxious chirping made her break her walls and while her silence made him curious like two seasons testing the same sky.

𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄?

Can a dove, soft with structure and expectation, find rhythm with a raven who flies wherever the wind dares him to? Her feathers of work lightening because of his effortless pace. His, steadying with her tracked path. A piece of one another, their worlds being different but still overlapping.

Her sharp edges softened in his presence, and his wandering steadied beneath her gaze. The dove did not darken her wings, and the raven did not lighten his. They did not need to change who they were, but they learned to fly close enough to learn each others rhythm, lowkey and when shadow meets his light.

The others did not need to know as their love grew in the hush of leaves between shared glances and almost-touches, and the way they pretended they did not look for each other in filled flocks. It was never loud or reckless, just two birds matching silhouettes despite contrast within each other. The shadow does not swallow light but gives it shape, and that sometimes the truest kind of love is the one that asks for no audience and blooms anyway.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝.

🖌️ & 🖼️ : Ranz Ferolino

| 𝑨𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆.

𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨.

I’m very fond of the heavenly bodies,

Ones that look like mysteries.

But when I first saw you,

My whole world grew.

My universe brightened,

Like dawn’s first gentle light.

Are we destiny,

Or just a fleeting sight?

𝘾𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠—𝙣𝙤 𝙄. 𝘾𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡.

I believe in first-sight love,

Just like two white doves.

The cosmos collided,

As we coincided.

Speechless through your beauty,

A mortal, crowned with divinity.

So lovely — yet I dare not say,

You outshine Aphrodite’s sway.

𝙄 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙕𝙚𝙪𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝘼𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚.

When I met you,

My heart contemplated.

Are you true?

Or am I captivated?

“Millions of fish in the sea,” they say,

But you’re the lucky catch I dare not drift away.

Just like Zeus, I dare not storm nor cry,

If you ever try to say goodbye.

𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚.

Do not hide —

Stay by my side.

Though time is precious, swiftly spent,

Let not our love grow negligent.

I may not know if fate will grant

The chance my hopeful heart still wants.

Yet still, I wish you my last dance —

Let this not fade to “just romance.”

✒️: Yurii Nathaniel
🖼️: Angelica Flanco

| 𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝑲𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓

I used to think first loves were fragile things.

Temporary.

Sweet, but fleeting.

The kind you look back on and smile at — not the kind you grow old with.

Then I met him.

It wasn’t dramatic. No slow-motion entrance. No instant spark that set the world on fire. Just a quiet afternoon, a shared laugh over something small, and a feeling I couldn’t explain.

He wasn’t loud about who he was. He didn’t chase attention. But he had this steady presence — like gravity. You didn’t realize you were being pulled until you were already too close to walk away.

I didn’t mean to fall.

But I did.

Somewhere between study sessions and late conversations, between “Did you eat?” and “Text me when you get home,” my heart stopped searching for anyone else.

He became my first in ways I didn’t even notice at first.

First person I wanted to tell good news to.

First person I ran to when things hurt.

First hand that felt right in mine — not because it was perfect, but because it was his.

And yet… even when he was beside me, I still yearned.

Not for someone else.

Never for someone else.

But for more time.

More ordinary mornings sitting too close.

More walks that felt too short.

More seconds of his eyes holding mine like I was something worth memorizing.

Loving him felt like holding water carefully in my hands — grateful it was there, but always afraid of losing even a drop.

They say when it’s your first love, you don’t know what you’re doing.

Maybe that’s true.

But I knew this: I didn’t want a different story. I didn’t want a second great love. I didn’t want to look back one day and call him “just my first.”

I wanted him to be my always.

There were nights I would lie awake beside my phone, rereading old messages, missing him even though I had just seen him hours ago. Missing the way he says my name. Missing the warmth of his shoulder. Missing something that wasn’t even gone.

That’s the strange thing about loving your first and last person.

Even when they stay, you ache for them.

Not out of fear.

But because your heart has learned the shape of theirs — and anything less feels incomplete.

We grew. We changed. We faced days that tested us.

But every time life asked, “Are you sure?”

I looked at him and thought,

There is no one else I want to learn with.

No one else I want to choose, again and again.

He is my first love.

And not because I don’t know any better —

but because I do.

I have seen the world.

I have met other souls.

And still, my heart rests where it first did.

With him.

Some loves begin loudly and fade.

Ours began quietly.

And it never left.

🖌️ : Reign Bayo-ang
🖼️ : Ruvi Saturnino

| 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

It happened in late October, after classes, when I met him. He was tall and looked very smart. I didn’t notice him around at first since we were in different classes, but I do now. I wasn’t one to fall quickly—when I do, I fall deep. I heard from gossip that he was Ethan, head of the basketball team and always in the top three of his class. A typical guy every girl would fall for and of course, I was no exception.

I’m Liana, always in the honors but never really the top, average in looks, and very creative. I’m kind to everyone which led me to be friends with a lot of people, my closest in particular is Faith. We’ve been friends since childhood and been with each other through thick and thin.

That’s all about me so far. Now, back to the story!

The next day, I found myself eagerly waiting to see him. I guess this is what they call ‘love at first sight.’

My house was just a walking distance to school, so I closed the door to my house, turning a corner leading to the road when I suddenly heard a voice.

“You’re out early.” I turned around. I've heard that voice before and sure enough, it was him, Ethan. I was shocked why he was walking behind me. He quickly caught up next to me and no joke; I was just barely reaching his shoulder level.

“Liana, right? I moved to the street next to yours just recently,” he said, giving me a warm smile, melting me completely.

“I’m Ethan by the way.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of you. You’re pretty popular.” I replied. We continued to talk all the way there until we parted into different classrooms.

As I sat, Faith suddenly towered over me. “You never told me you and Mr. Popular were close?” she said, with a slight tease in her smile. She had made a bet that it would take me a matter of time to fall for him, and she was in no doubt correct.

I gave her a slight nudge to the side and rolled my eyes, “We just happened to walk to school together. He moved in close by recently.” She had a sinister grin plastered on her face and knowing her she was up to no good.

The next couple of days were a blissful blur of going home together, walking to school every morning by each other’s side, and even eating lunch together. People teased us about it, and he never fought back against the rumors, yet who was I to say that he was agreeing to the rumors, right?

Saturday afternoon, about a month after we grew closer, he asked to hang out on the weekends. We met at the plaza and sat down on one of the empty benches. It wasn’t as crowded as I thought it’d be and the mix of the sun and air were perfect.

“Liana,” he said in almost a whisper. I looked at him; his eyes already fixated on me. “I... I have something to tell you.” he continued, the corners of his mouth forming a slight smile. “What is it?” I replied. "Will you be my girlfriend?” His voice faltered, and my heart skipped.

𝙏𝙤 𝘽𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙙

✒️: Rebecca Jade Tolentino
🖼️: Avila Jazz Ong

Love is officially in the air—because it’s Valentine’s Day! 💖🌹 Are you ready, everyone? Because we have an announcement way better than “can we try again?” 😅

Get your hearts ready as the Art Club and English Club come together for a special collaboration happening today! 🎨✍️

We’ll be posting a series of drawings and stories that will make you feel kilig, inspired, and maybe even a little emotional. 😔💔

Stay tuned, peeps! Love is right here—in art and in words. 👀💘✨

caption by: Azriel Jayme
illustration by: Khloe Luz

"𝗜𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘇 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆? 😧"
"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁?! 𝗠𝗮'𝗮𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆?! 😰"
"𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗮! 𝗜 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲! 😭"

From 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 to 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬, let’s celebrate the birthday of our English Mowm—𝕄𝕒’𝕒𝕞 𝔸𝕫𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕒 ℝ𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖! 🥳💛✒️ Aka: Ma’am Aze, Mowm Aze. 😻🤭

🌟 On this special day, we would like to take a moment to express our heartfelt appreciation for you. 💖 Thank you for being not only our club adviser, but also a mentor who consistently guides, supports, and inspires us. 🎉🎂 ִ ࣪𖤐

Through your guidance, you have helped us believe in our capabilities—not just as students but also as an individual. We are truly grateful for the effort and care you put into helping us succeed. 💝

May this year bring you happiness and good health! Happy birthday once again, Ma'am Aze! ✨ May God bless you always. Your Englisheras and Englisheros love you! 🥳🎂ᯓᡣ𐭩

𝑺𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚...

The air feels colder❄️☃️, the halls of the Laboratory school are louder, and everyone starts pretending they’re not stressed. 🙉🩵

🌟 As we kick off the 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ☃️ in school, may our celebrations be bright as the parol, and as chaotic as our classrooms; while hopefully, teachers be merciful, and our group-mates miraculously cooperate–At least once.‧₊˚🎄✩ ₊˚🦌⊹♡

⋆𐙚❅*° ⋆❆.ೃ࿔*: 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸, 𝓓𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻…be gentle. We’re 𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓵𝓮 but 𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮. ⋆𐙚❅*° ⋆❆.ೃ࿔*

💖 After all, this is the month where everything is simultaneously rushed, glittery, and magical; a reminder that even in the middle of madness, a little light–maybe some chocolate–goes a long way. ⋆𐙚❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*: 🎄❄

📝: Marie Ysabelle Gerano
🖼: Azriel Faith Jayme