The Toughest, yet the best year

                In every year, there have been new challenges that we face every now and then. Some might be easy, some might be tough, yet we still need to conquer them all. This year, our 3^rd year days, have not been an exception.

                Every now and then, we ask ourselves what we were doing. Sometimes, we don’t have a clue on what we should have done, or what we should never do but how could we learn and take a step forward if we would be hindered by different possibilities? By chances? How could we learn if we’re afraid to try? How could we improve if we would just sit back and don’t do anything? There’s no way around, and that’s what have been thought.

                Being spoon-fed by teachers is just like inability to move themselves. If us, students, couldn’t learn alone, then, we wouldn’t learn how to be better people that could help our society. Spoon-feeding is the total opposite of our classes, especially in English. They teach us, yet we learn ourselves. Even if they leave us, we know what to do.

              Everything has basically changed because of this year and this year’s teachers. It’s not that I wanted to compare them but you could definitely see the difference in diligence, generally.

                Before, English was just like a burden for me. It was some sort of additional projects, additional one hour of classes, since elementary. It’s not that I hated English, it’s just that I can’t find myself liking, nevertheless loving, the subject. But everything has changed right now.

                I have learned a lot of things, and most would be treasured. I have experienced a lot of hardships and surpassed them all. Most of the things were enjoyed, even though they should be worked hard for. This third year, especially English III, is one of the best, if not the best, is one of the best I’ve ever experienced.

                Memories would last forever and English III had given me a lot. Those speech activities that took the efforts of our group were so memorable. The jazz chant, the recital of the Passionate Shepherd to his Love and the Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, the conventional speech choir and the individual recital of the oration, were all done. It took effort, but of course, all of those weren’t wasted.

                Memories would last and would be cherished forever, just like how English III, especially Ma’am May, would be in my heart. All the lessons taught, either intellectually, emotionally, or morally, would be kept inside my mind, and of course, my mind. 

Sincere Sorry

006A Sta. Cruz St. 

Tanza, Cavite

February 10, 2014

Dear Mama, 

          Ma, I know that I have done bad deeds against other people, most especially you, but I hope that you could forgive me. Sorry for all those mistakes that I have done and I hope that all of those would be cleared out. You have done too much, yet I couldn't even reciprocate even just a few. I hope that you understand my sudden mood changes because of tiredness but I also know I couldn't use that as an excuse. I hope that you wouldn't get that mad at me everytime those happens but being rude whenever I'm in a bad mood is almost automatic for me. Sorry. 

         Everytime we would have an argument, I always end up in the losing side and get annoyed. Sorry for that and I hope that we would have less arguments in the future. I don't want a big fight to come and bother our family, especially if the cause would be me.

     Everytime I'm untouchable and unapproachable, I hope you could bear with me. Sometimes, automatically, I get mad when I'm interrupted while doing my works and unconsciously bother you. Sorry for that. 

        You have made enough sacrifices. I don't want you to do more tough things. You deserve a rest. Again, I'm truly sorry. 

Terribly sorry,

James

Am I just an ordinary guy? Good thing, I’m not.

      I was an ordinary guy. I never knew what made me special. I was just a guy who transferred to a different school when I wasn’t mature enough. I was stuttering for every single word I said since I wasn’t even familiar with that environment. 

        I reacted just like any other person would have. 

       I studied lessons whenever I needed to. I had done everything just like any other person would have done. I didn’t even have confidence. I didn’t even have a talent or a subject, a thing where I would excel at, before. 

       I saw other people and I saw my characteristics at them. I’m at a point in my life when I’m too low, even in a point when I didn’t even trust myself. 

       I’m not fvcking special, for goodness’ sake. 

N.O.T.F.V.C.K.I.N.G.S.P.E.C.I.A.L

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N-ever-endingly immature though I want to change, and be mature, for my own betterment.

O-pen to people who want to befriend me, who want to be close to me, who want to know me, but I’m always hesitant to do that for other people. 

T-enacious with things that are special with me though I hate people that are too clingy. 

F-rightened to take the first step and initiate actions, though deep inside me, I wanted to do it so badly. 

V-ulnerable to sharp words from insensitive people though sometimes, I wanted to hear them for encouragement and to prove myself from them. 

C-urious to find all answers to all questions I shouldn’t even have sniffed my nose into even though my mind tells me not to do so. 

K-ind to people who understand me, my character, and my attitude, though I’m the total opposite to those who had totally misunderstood me. 

I-nclined to things that I seriously put my effort into though I’m too lazy to put up decency on my efforts. 

N-oisy, loud and annoying though I also easily get annoyed to people with those characteristics. 

G-lad everytime someone gives me positive comments regarding what I do that sometimes I hate myself for being so flattered. 

S-eeking for attention though I’m not demanding it. 

P-roud, and always proud of being an otaku, no matter how far the circumstances would go. 

E-xcessively happy everytime I did the right thing to do then realize that I went overboard with my celebration. 

C- an’t help but to always feel left out whenever something happens though I don’t even know why. 

I- nterested in things that caught my attention in my first glance and almost give no attention to those which failed to do so. 

A-ddicted to Math, and anything related to that though when I was about 4 years old, it was the only thing that I hated too much. 

L-azy enough to not do a single important thing in a single day. I’m lazy enough that even if you give me a whole week to do easy homeworks, I’ll still do it the day before it’s needed. 

       All of those might not make me special. In the 7 billion people in the world, It’s too improbable for a person to have the same name, same looks, and same characteristics as mine but that goes for the other people as well. 

       All of us are different and unique in some way. There are always differences from people to people, cities to cities, and countries to countries. That’s constant. 

       I don’t even know what sparked this but I started to believe myself more and more after each day. I seriously changed if you compare me from my start in this school up to now, I could see my poor self about 2 years ago and I felt that I was just crap. 

      As I said, all people are unique in one way or another and I think that I realized that that’s why I changed. I don’t know when or how but it all just happened. Yes, I’m definitely special, in a way. 

       What makes me stand out, I think, is how I believe that I am me, and that no one has the right to change me from acting like James Allen Dy, acting like who I really am. I battle out frustrations like James Allen Dy. I overcome depressions like James Allen Dy. I enjoy myself like James Allen Dy. I study like James Allen Dy. I do everything just like James Allen Dy. WHY? It’s because, James Allen Dy is me. 

      I wouldn’t change myself just because someone has told me to do so. If I would be proud about something, that’s the pride of not changing myself, and also stand for my own right and own good.

        I found myself. I knew me. I am special. 

I Love Them Too Much that I Don’t Know What to Do Without Them

Dear God, 

       This is a poem to show you, Lord, how much I wanted to thank you for giving me the extraordinary parents that anyone would love. 

“Lord, thank you for giving me something so precious

They were the people who made me self-conscious

Of my actions that might have been too obnoxious

Lord, they also helped me from not being too anxious

Of the future actions that I would surely do,

Those actions that I definitely, could not undo

Even when I was a little kid at the age of two,

They didn’t waver at my peskiness even just a few.

They were the people who showed me the way

They didn’t miss a step, they did it everyday

Every time I cried, they knew what to say

Every time I stumbled, they didn’t go away

I take my hats off for the guidance they showed me

They’re so precious to me, I don’t know how to thank thee

I know this is not enough to request for this plea,

But I want to see their faces full of glee

Please let me show them that I could get a degree”

       Yes I know that a poem would never be enough to thank you but I don’t know how to give my gratitude to you, Lord, for how much you have blessed me with wonderful parents. I knew some people who, unluckily, had their parents pass away, that’s why here I am, thanking you for the opportunity you have given me to enjoy every moment I’m going to spend with them. I had had so many blessings but I don’t think that there is something better than having such lovely parents. I could go miles and distances just to prove to you, Lord, that I’m sincere in thanking you. 

       The people with parents that had passed away were left grieving, and in tears. Seeing myself in that situation had caused me to go haywire and not think of that again. I couldn’t imagine or I wouldn’t want to imagine, just yet, how my life would turn out without them by my side, every now and then, helping me with my problems, no matter how tough it is for them already. 

       Just before I was born, they were already having enough troubles with some things. They’ve got two children before me, they were having problems with my mom’s pregnancy, and other things, but they decided to push through and give birth to me. That’s enough sacrifice and that was even when I was born. They had enough hard times, and I can’t help to think that I am continuously adding to that. I definitely want to change that. 

       After I was born, they decided to take care of me, even handling my peskiness when I was a little toddler. They sacrificed their time just to guide me and pave the way for my future. They literally, and figuratively, did everything just for me. 

       They were my foundation and nothing or something is going to change that. Most of the things that I know, most of the time, morally, are all thanks to them. They taught me how to live my life for myself, and for others. They taught me how to live my life to the fullest. 

       They are always there for me, whenever I’m emotionally unstable. They are always there whenever I’m having problems with my studies, with other people, and with friends. They were never absent when I needed guidance. I don’t really know what to do without that guidance. They are always standing beside me and ready to catch me whenever I would fall. 

       Yes, we often get to arguments. Sometimes, I do the wrong things and I couldn’t help but to go into arguments with them. I think that it is unavoidable but I try my best to quickly say sorry and make up with them. I quickly try to erase the mistakes that I have done and learn a lesson from that, that I also learned from them. 

       There’s no other people’s presence that could change and make the same impact in my life just like theirs’. They’re always going to be the largest part of my life. They are my parents and no matter what happen, even if the dinosaurs revive, even if Hitler comes back to life, even if writers stop writing mangas, even if the animators stop animating animes, I will always love them and deep inside my heart, you could see them there. 

A loving son

What Must Have Transpired for You, Regrets, to Come and Bother Me Now?

       Time just flew so fast that I cannot help but to feel blue. I had made things happen that never once in my life again, I would want to see come true. Life’s just been miserable, that I don’t want to repeat those mistakes. Now, they’re starting to haunt me back, giving me nightmares. 

       Oh, Regrets, what have I done, for you to do this to me, to scare me in my dreams and to bind my shadows down?

       I forced myself to transfer schools, without knowing the consequences of going far not just from my home, but also from my second home. Don’t get my idea wrong, there is no way that I would regret learning and experiencing and facing challenges here in this school. It’s just that I let my friends hanging, without a last high-five, without saying a proper goodbye, and even without shedding a single tear. 

       We didn’t have a proper communication, only in Facebook where we rarely talked, if not never. That was just too improper, and too immoral for my stand against myself. I should even have said something to them before I went away and not be with them anymore. It’s just too regrettable, that I know that even if it was just a little bit, they cared for me, yet I wasn’t able to bid them a proper farewell. 

       Regrets started to swallow me up in the vacation of 2nd year when one of my classmates was about to go to Canada. I always saw and talked to her since she was also studying in CavSci. She had a despedida party on her home and all almost all of her classmates, including me, were invited. 

       I didn’t know that it would be that tough, to face them, even just stand straight in front of them. My confidence was shattered even before actually seeing one of them. Good thing the day ended pretty much quickly that I didn’t need to talk with them that much, though I prayed I could have talked to them so that I could face them normally. I failed though. 

       Tie me up and I would just want to lie down. Hide from the consequences that came back and haunted me down. I wanted to run away but I couldn’t find a step. It shut me down, the scarce of courage had really brought me down. 

       I gave up, I stuttered, then gained my confidence back. 

       Meeting them wasn’t unavoidable. I live too close from my old school that sometimes, even if I go home late, I could still see them walking away from school. Sometimes we exchanged ‘hi’s , and sometimes we just passed by each other. 

       I bet that it was a non-issue for them anymore. I thought that they didn’t even care anymore. Time just flew so fast that I cannot help but to feel blue. I wasn’t able to say a proper sorry until about 2 or 3 years later. Right now, I could face them normally, talk to them with ease, and share our stories. 

       I couldn’t deny that it was my fault since it really was. I regret that I needed them to approach me so that I could just talk to them. All I could do now is try to approach them and initiate the conversation to make up from previous mistakes but if I had done something before, then there’s no pain in my heart. 

       Just last night, I had a conversation with one of my friends in elementary. I felt so happy about how she wished me good luck about my studies. I bet starting from that night, every time I would face them, it would be a bright one, full of promises, just like a sunrise that wouldn’t stop shining brightly. 

       Just one thing to remember for some people who have done something wrong: Don’t dwell on your mistakes too much. You could forget it once you have said sorry. Forget your mistakes, but take the lesson. Don’t be too shy and initiate the conversation once you’re wrong. Be strong, be confident, and be brave. 

       “I believe in second chances, I just don’t think that everyone deserves them”. 

       Try to be you. You deserve a second chance once you show your true self. Don’t put a mask on. Be confident about your own personality and your own self. Just be true until it’s too late. If tomorrow never comes, you are in trouble. 

Changed My Life? Maybe Yes, or Not?

I started to stutter. I tried my hardest not to lose my focus especially while talking to him. I tried to recover myself from the star struck I am continuously getting without even talking to him yet. Good thing I can hear some sounds from firecrackers to relieve myself from nervousness and stress. By the way, this was an evening of December 31, a New Year's Eve. 

I might sound like a stalker but I knew his house and that’s where I set my appointment. First, it would be easier to fulfill my purpose and so giving me the advantage. It wasn’t half-bad for him either since I didn’t require him to travel. Spending his special day with me is such a blessing though.

As I said a while ago, it was New Year’s Eve. Spending it in Japan was terribly amazing though. I had few a lot of detours in Japan. Stepping my feet in Japan is like half my mission though to have the quest rewards, I need to finish it a hundred percent.  

            I stood outside his house, waiting for his response, while watching the fireworks light the whole city up. It was a fantastic view. If you think of it as a tip for the waiter, it’s like enough for a whole month pay already. I might say it was a blessing in disguise that he was half an hour late for our appointment.

            He opened the gate up and let me inside his house.

"Hi Good Sir. I want to thank you for responding on my invitation and even celebrate the new year, your birthday, with me. I want to have a talk with you about certain topics, most likely, your ongoing masterpiece, Oda-sensei.

“Drop the formalities, my dear visitor. I am always ready to accept invitations even they are in my special days. Calling me Oda-sensei and having my work, One Piece, being called a masterpiece, is such an honor.”

            Oda-sensei, or Eiichiro Oda, for me, is a part of history, not just for Japan, but also for the whole world. He had written the highest-selling manga (Japanese comics) of all time, One Piece. In my perspective, Eiichiro Oda had made the most impact amongst the ‘mangaka’s.

            *Note: A mangaka is to manga just like an author is to a book.

            Now, to continue with our conversation,

            “No, not really. One Piece is truly a masterpiece. No matter how you look at it, that manga has influenced lots of people’s lives. Most fans even refresh a hundred times every Wednesday evening while waiting for a new chapter release.”

            “Oh, now. I’m really glad to hear that. Knowing that One Piece fans are waiting second by second for the new chapter release pleasures me. I just hope that you’re not disappointed every time I take a sick break.”

            “You know Oda-sensei, we might get a little bit pissed off but all we can do is wait and pray for you to recover. You’re like our savior, you know”

            “Your praises make me feel good too much. I’m really glad that you think of me that way. I need to try better and harder so that I can please you guys, the best fans in the world, more.”

            “Don’t mind us, sensei. Just take care of your health and every effort would be appreciated.”

            “By the way, James, oh wait, what should I call you, James or James-kun?”

            “James would be fine, sensei.”

            “Ok, James, why do you fans even like the way I write my stories? Why did you choose me for this interview?

            “Oda-sensei, you have the best tactics in writing that I had ever seen in my life. You mad history, Oda-sensei. You are the best mangaka for me and I think that wouldn’t change for a while. You have written the longest manga and the views and the copies sold aren’t wavering down. In fact, it keeps rising and rising. No one could deny that.”

            “I have a question, James. I know I still have a room for improvement so that I could entertain you fans more and I just want to know what exactly is it in my writing that my fans, generally, or you, personally, like?”

            “Your ability to write cliffhangers without pissing off anyone is one of the reasons. You can write stories continuously without getting out off the plot and staying in the topic, you never get lost. You never go against what you had written before for better plot. You find ways to improve everything without breaking anything. All in all, I just admire the way you write. You have an exceptional talent.”

            “After hearing someone praise me like that, I don’t even know if I can’t get flustered after this point of our conversation.” *both laughs out loud*

NOTE: The next part of the conversation would have something about One Piece’s, Oda-sensei’s manga, plot and everything Oda-sensei would be saying regarding the possible happenings is not true, except if we have the same minds. XD.

            “Oda-sensei, continuing with our conversation, after One Piece’s latest chapter, which is chapter 733, what would we expect of our protagonists, the Straw Hat Pirates, to do? I know I might be going unfair against the other fans but it really excites me.”

            “What excites you, exactly, in the on-going plot?”

            “Uhm, I mean Law is in Doflamingo’s custody and Luffy is trying to save him. I mean, he is clearly an underdog against the warlord Doflamingo and the way you showed things pretty much clear up a Zoro vs. Fujitora, a swordsman match-up. Now, Sanji is pretty much in deep trouble vs. Big Mom’s pirate crew, maybe, Big Mom’s even there. Franky is in a fight against Senor Pink and Usopp and Robin are on their way against Sugar and Trebol. Then, you just showed signs of dead being alive, through Sabo. I just think that this might be your breakout arc after the timeskip. Everything is so epic and I’m just literally giving my reaction of the current arc. The epicness never ends.”

            “Ok, I think that I might spoil some stuff with you and I’m giving you bits of details. To start off, SABO is definitely alive and he’s going to get the Mera Mera no Mi, his and Luffy’s brother’s devil fruit. That might be a little bit obvious though. Zoro would be holding off Fujitora though would be losing in the end. Franky, Usopp, and Robin would be successful. Sanji is doomed but let’s see if he could survive. For Luffy, I have no comment. That’s the main event. All you can do is wait. Sorry but that’s all I can give.”

            “Oda-sensei, do you want me to hate on you. “

            “James, please no. I just can’t give you all of the details.”

            “I’m just kidding, Oda-sensei. I would never hate you.”

            “Phew. By the way James, want to see the framework of the new chapter?”

            “Sure. Thanks a lot, Oda-sensei.”

            They went to Oda-sensei’s workshop.

            “Wait, Oda-sensei, Sabo’s going to show up the next chapter? Really? I’ve been like waiting for that since chapter 731 where he was about to show up. You know, this would be like one of the best chapters ever. Thanks, Oda-sensei”

            “That was what the fans wanted and I would reciprocate the support you give me and also, read the next parts a little bit quieter. What you’re going to see is true. There are no flukes. We want to lessen the spoilers, you know.”

            “On your command, Oda-sensei”

            “Hey, stop talking like that, James. I just showed you the next chapter upload and it would be uploaded later too so it’s not that bad.”

            After the tour to the workshop, I went to say goodbye.

            “Oda-sensei, seriously, I enjoyed this a lot. Thanks for the warm welcome and helping me and make me look forward more to your manga. The story is just the best though I think Kishimoto (Naruto’s mangaka) has a better looking workshop though.”

            “Hey, James, are you serious?”

            “Of course not, you’re the best in each and every way. By the way, unfortunately, I need to say goodbye and I need to go back on my home.”

            “Thanks for the visit, James”

            “Oda-sensei, I might return though. See you again. Don’t forget that there would always be a fan looking forward to every chapter you release.”

            That marks the end of my adventure and talk with Oda-sensei. By the way, if you didn’t understand because of the unfamiliar names, I was just asking for a spoiler of the future chapters.

Evils Falter.. The Journey to the Paradise Begins

Evils Falter.. The Journey to the Paradise Begins

Once, there was a notorious group of third-year students in CNSHS. They called themselves Heaven's Devils. In one way or another, they were always too flashy regarding breaking the rules. They had 10 members including their leader, who is the worst of them, is named Teach. The other members were Paul, Elijah, Isaac, Jacob, Jonah, Isaiah, Michael, Gabriel, and Francis.

After a school day, well they usually just slack off it, they met in Teach’ house and went to get some drinks. (alcohol) They broke the law. After drinking, all the members of Heaven’s Devils slept in their leader’s house yet they woke up in a place they weren’t familiar with. They found themselves in a dark forest with only the top of the mountain (the mountain is in the forest) visible. It was too bright, it shines too much that they can’t handle its rays.

Then, a stranger appeared in front of them. It resembled an evil demon (well, it was pretty redundant to emphasize its appearance). They wondered what that stranger would do and even if they are evil in their own ways, they still shivered in the appearance of the demon-looking stranger. It was intimidating.

Shocks were sent into their spines after the first word uttered by the stranger. It was pretty normal though. “Leave,” that’s what the stranger said. The group then replied “How?” The stranger then commanded them, “Follow me.” As they followed the stranger, they went deeper into the forest and in their shock, they reached their school.

  

Upon their entry on the gate, they saw souls lingering around there. They thought that it was their school, the same school yet it shows the evil side of it. They were having goose bumps just seeing their school in an evil way. The stranger, noticing that the group was scared, told them that this isn’t even the start yet and what they’re seeing here is not even the appetizer. They haven’t stepped out of the starting line yet.

They now entered the school gate and that marked their entry on the Ante-CNSHS. As they went deeper in the Ante-CNSHS, they saw a devil which looks less intimidating than the stranger. He was named “Die” though. Even being less intimidating than the stranger, they were still too scared on his presence. He’s still a devil after all. They saw ‘Die’ using his logbook and transports to incoming souls to somewhere, maybe somewhere they really belong.

With the help of the stranger, they were able to pass through the guard without being investigated, well they would have found a way or another since they are still living.

As they went on their journey unto the Ante-CNSHS, they saw a long line of students carrying huge watches, wristwatches. It was gigantic and they can see in the students’ reactions that the wristwatches were too heavy. As they tried to approach the stranger, they couldn’t since they didn’t know how to start it, neither call him by his name. The stranger noticed and introduced himself as “Change”. That was a weird name. They asked Change about how long the students would be carrying the load and why were they asked to carry that. He explained that they would be carrying it until they go home, and until they go to school the next day again. That was to emphasize that they should go to the school early since they always come to school late. ‘Change’ added that they can’t remove the gigantic wristwatch.

Paul shivered. Peculiarly, he saw himself in the line of students. He was saddened that he would be receiving the torture he is seeing. He surely didn’t want that. With that on his thoughts, he decided to change for the better. He disappeared and ‘Change’ whispers to himself, “ONE DOWN!”

*Paul, Elijah, Isaac, Jacob, Jonah, Isaiah, Michael, Gabriel, Francis, Teach

Before entering, ‘Change’ explained that CNSHS was divided into three sections. 1^st is the Excessive Love for Things (not actually bad), which is composed of the first two circles. 2^nd is  the Too Weak of Love for Good Things, which is composed of the third to sixth circle. The 3^rd is the The Excessive Love for Bad Things, the last three circles.

They now entered the realm of EVIL CNSHS. They went into its 1^st circle. They entered hell. The 1^st circle was called “The Noise” which is excessive love for noise. The students in this circle are those who can’t hold their noise down. They can’t stand not speaking or making a noise.

As a punishment, they would be isolated in a room surrounded with white walls to emphasize that they are alone, without someone to talk to, without someone to be with, without someone to tease. If they dare to speak a word complaining, more so just making noise, the amount of their stay would be doubled. This station is circled in the LRC.

Out of naughtiness, Michael, one of the members of the group, started looking at all the rooms and surprisingly, saw himself in one of the rooms. He was left clueless. He didn’t want that too. He wanted to change. He disappeared without anyone knowing. His groupmates wondered for a while but they stopped looking for him, by ‘Change’s’ order. “Two Down”

*Paul, Elijah, Isaac, Jacob, Jonah, Isaiah, Michael, Gabriel, Francis, Teach

The group continued their journey, though they’re still wondering where their other two group members were. They proceeded to the second circle, the Glutton, which is excessive love for food and drinks. The students here are those who can’t even fight the desire to eat food even when it’s not allowed. They are punished by staying with all the food wastes around them that smells so bad. They can even see the normal students in Canteen eating food normally as they suffer more. Again, just like how Paul and Michael disappeared, Jonah disappeared without leaving a trace and feeling guilt. He got his urge to change his behaviour and left the group’s journey.

 *Paul, Elijah, Isaac, Jacob, Jonah, Isaiah, Michael, Gabriel, Francis, Teach

Even with less three members, they continued their journey. They passed the first section of CNSHS and they were about to go to the 2^nd one.

They entered the 3^rd circle, the Hard-headed Rule Breakers, with too less obedience that is being guarded by Ms. Rejas, a teacher they knew too much. She had punished them for a lot of time now.

The “hard-headed”s are forced to bang their heads onto harder rocks with feeling only half the pain so that they could have the ability to break all the stones given to them which amounts to about 1000x they became hard-headed in their entire life. That’s what would happen to the hard-headed. Continuous bowing down of their heads represent submissiveness.

All of them, the 7 group members + ‘Change’ saw Francis suffering from that but not experiencing the same trauma, the other group members weren’t moved that much and decided to continue the journey while Francis decided to fall back and change. “Four Down,” Change says.

Rule breaking includes Vandalism and Cutting classes.

*Paul, Elijah, Isaac, Jacob, Jonah, Isaiah, Michael, Gabriel, Francis, Teach

They entered the 4^th and 5^th circles quite instantaneously. The 4^th circle was composed of students who don’t make efforts to clean their place or even mess it up more or the “Litterers”. The 5^th circle, on the other hand, was composed of students who don’t make efforts to make assignments or even scan a page of his book in his house. They even go as far as forging their parents’ signatures. Both of the circles represent sloth.

The punishment for the students in the 4^th circle was that they would lie down on the field and be poured down different types of wastes they didn’t even make an effort to clean like snacks and candy wrappers and softdrink and plastic bottles.

On the other side, the punishment for the 5^th circle was quite light. In the classroom, books, papers and pens would be scattered and that they need to write, study, and review for the entirety of their stay on the 5^th circle. Elijah and Jacob, the sloths, decided to change for the better.

*Paul, Elijah, Isaac, Jacob, Jonah, Isaiah, Michael, Gabriel, Francis, Teach

The too much lack of respect was what they encountered after entering the sixth circle in the gym. They see students kissing the feet of everyone they meet. Isaac, Isaiah, and Gabriel were starting to falter already but Teach isn’t even in the least, moved. The students in the 6^th circle, the Disrespectful, are those students who didn’t show enough respect for the other students, the teachers, their parents, and even other people they encounter.

‘Change’ then explained that that isn’t only the punishment they receive. They also see their opposite sides in the mirrors before they were even able to go and kiss the people’s feet. They would need to learn to respect themselves first. Isaiah was terribly moved by the punishment and decided to change though he left a message to the other three. “Notice ‘Change’? His presence is depleting right now. Find it out”.

*Paul, Elijah, Isaac, Jacob, Jonah, Isaiah, Michael, Gabriel, Francis, Teach

Intrigued by the message, Gabriel decided to keep an eye on ‘Change’. He was not able to do that though because of the next circle they entered. It was too dark. They could not see anything except for the path they are taking. This was the 7^th circle, the Envious. The students here are those who give too much love for the material things or characteristics the other people have, in a bad way. Gabriel, who was struck in the heart after seeing how the envious students gets punished, disappears without being able to relay the message on the other two. He wasn’t able to say goodbye.

The mood gets heavier and the atmosphere gets darker. That’s what Isaac noticed. He was left with Teach and ‘Change’. They proceeded to the 8^th circle, the Violence. He didn’t feel good about this. He was the most violent among them. Cries, moans, scolds from parents, that’s what they could hear. Even though they couldn’t see it because of the dark, ‘Change’ explains that the students in this circle are constantly beating up each other. Those who only have the strongest will to surpass the violence would be able to get out of the beatings, yet not the circle. Harsh Bullies and people who use violence against themselves are to be punished here too. This was stationed in the Guidance Office and Isaac suddenly disappeared. ‘Change’ is starting to lose his energy right now and Teach is the only one left for him to finish his job.

Going on to the last part of their journey, ‘Change’ tells Teach to get ready since this would hurt him a lot. The last circle, the 9^th circle they would enter is “The Cheaters” stationed in the office. In here rest the cheating students FOREVER. They would see cheaters getting caught by teachers and suffering the same fate as them. They are even shown cheating students failing miserably in life, living in depression, smoking, and dying by drinking alcohol. It hurts to see that the same people as them are suffering too much but they are still forever locked in the 9^th circle.

Teach was totally moved. He didn’t know why but hearing from ‘Change’ the punishments the students were receiving, he wanted to change. ‘Change’ really helped all of them. ‘Change’ changed them and he wanted to thank him but he was not able to. He disappeared already.

‘Change’, on the other hand, has already rose back up to heaven and whispered to himself, “It’s really though portraying a devil” but he needed to. He was praised above because he was able to change the “Heaven’s Devils” to “Heaven’s Angels”

The Heaven’s Devils lived perfectly. They didn’t do anything that bad now. They strived hard and worked hard.