Note to Self

Journal #97

CEC was never just a workplace. It was a training ground, yes—but more than that, it was a sacred space where relationships were built, bonds were formed, and both personal and professional growth flourished.
I felt lucky—truly lucky—to have spent this season of my life here, through all its highs and lows.

To my dear students: I will carry you with me, always. Thank you for your love, your energy, your support, and for letting me be part of your journey. Thank you for the deep conversations, the random check-ins, the silent prayers, and all the moments we shared. You made teaching a beautiful memory I'll never forget.

To my amazing colleagues in the College of Information Technology—Ma'am Gene, Sir Ralph, Ma'am Dean, Sir Mariscal, Sir Migz, Sir Gian, Ma'am Ezra, Ma'am En, Sir Zack, and Sir Jasfer—thank you for walking this path with me.
Thank you for every word of advice, every moment of laughter, and yes, even the tears.
From late-night dinners after long shifts, to sleepless nights filled with stories and lessons about life—we weren't just coworkers, we were each other's support systems, family even.
Thank you for being my strength when I felt weak, for being just one call away, and for reminding me that I wasn't alone.

You weren't just colleagues—you became my true friends.
I'll remember the harutan, the corny jokes, the playful banter that always ended in laughter, never offense.
I'll remember the simple but powerful words: "Kamusta ka?" and how, when we weren't okay, we found comfort in sitting together, talking it out, and feeling less alone.

Seasons change, and people move on—but I pray this bond remains.
We may come from different places, but may fate bring us together again—maybe not in a faculty office or a classroom, but around a table, sharing life's stories and the lessons they brought.

Until then, thank you—for everything.
This chapter may be closing, but the memories we've made will live on forever in the pages of my heart.