Benilde gets a lot of beef for being known as a “patapon” school. In a way, it makes sense for Benilde to be called this. It’s the perfect place for misfits to finally find a place where cosplay in the caf is an everyday practice, where nerds get high in nearby bars, and where anyone can get full for less than fifty pesos.
That’s what we are. We’re misfits. We’re people who didn’t do so well in Math and would like to have as little of it as possible. We’re the ones who can’t explain the Ripple Effect in detail but could probably sketch a wicked looking water fountain in ten seconds (I can’t, but I’m pretty sure a bajillion other people in my school could). We’re the ones who may not know a thing about Management Engineering but can run circles around you as you try to explain Political Economics. We probably can’t chemically fuse plutonium and nitrogen like you could, but at least we can cook a mean shrimp scampi.
CSB is a “patapon” place, you say. Then again, some old bat did say that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. We may not fit in your world now, but you will surprisingly find that in a few years’ time, you’ll be adjusting to fit in a world that we Benildeans have loftily created for ourselves. Because we’re the shit like that.
IM A DAMN PROUD BENILDEAN.
