The Greatest Reveal of All Time
It felt like watching two different worlds collide: one painted in calm blue, the other in fierce pink. Two contrasting colors, two different stories—but who would’ve thought those clashing hues would blend into something legendary?
At first glance, they couldn’t have been more different: the lectured wisdom of the College of Education and the raw fire of the Senior High School Department. Yet on the sun-drenched field of the 52nd Intramurals, the striking gradient of colors painted the town celestial—for at last, we were crowned.
The “Lesson” That Couldn’t Be Dismissed
This is not just a win; this is HISTORY. For the first time in more than half a century, the Senior High School Department, united with the College of Education, wrote a new chapter in the books—“The Legacy That Changed It All.”
For years, we shouted until our voices cracked, only to watch our flags fold again at the season’s close—carrying hope that next time, maybe, it would be different. But maybe this year was different. Maybe it was the owl finally spreading its wings wider. Maybe it was the dragon’s roar breathing passion into our halls. Or maybe it was finally the dance when wisdom met youth and experience met passion. The twilight was when one side fell short, and the other filled in.
You Cannot Spell Champion Without ‘Pain’
A champion isn’t the one who wins first but the one who keeps running—even when the finish line takes 52 years to appear. Speed makes winners. Patience makes legends. The path to victory was never smooth—it never has been. But despite everything, we held on—TOGETHER.
In this era of integration, pain will always precede triumph. Let’s be real: winning has never been born from comfort. There were storms behind the sunsets, mishaps beneath the lights, and countless could-have-beens. Yet despite the differences, the number wasn't negative—it was positively united.
Legendary Mentors, Never Papildi!
Reigning this year is a product of everyone’s rain, be it tears, sacrifices, or the ‘tiring’ nights when the moon seemed to rest too soon. From the dusk-dawn practices of our performers, the sun-drowned runs of our athletes, the unwavering support of our faculty, the steadfast guidance of our leaders, and the blue-veined, pink-touched hands and voices of everyone—we fought as one, and we rose victorious.
From what bursts through our smiles, grit and passion run deep, fueled by our quirks and laughter, the kind of energy only we can bring. That’s what makes us rise beyond expectations. This chapter isn’t the end of it all, but the catalyst of excellence for the years to come. From the Home of Topnotchers to now—the Home of Champions. And with one final roar, the field remembered: “Buga! Lupad! Siklab, Mentors!”