This morning, Vice President Binay was the guest of honor at my sister’s graduation at the only state university in Bataan. You would think it was a great honor for everyone but really, there are a lot of words to describe what just happened and it can be difficult to find the word honor amongst them.
Ask anyone there and you’d know that from the beginning of the processional up to the end of the ceremonies it was a pain. If you ask most of the parents there, they’d tell you it would be better to get a Baranggay Captain as the guest of honor than a huge VIP that needed the AFP to secure the area.
Can you believe there were students, both with honors and none, whose parents were not allowed to go inside because of the security protocols? Can you imagine parents, who were returning OFWs stuck outside the venue? What would you say when you see an honor student crying because her mother was not able to get in?
For crying out loud, it is the honor and privilege of the parents, family, and friends to see their loved ones come up that stage and graduate, especially with honors. It is the parents who toiled, got buried in debt, for four years, some maybe even more than that, just to see this event and then something like this happens. Even if Santa Claus is the guest of honor, naturally the graduate would still choose his father and mother to hand him or her the award.
You know what, I should stop. I need to take medications for high blood pressure.