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8/2/2019 Saving Our Youth REVISED
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Aimee Lorraine C. Capinpuyan
Mr. Maximino Pulan Jr.
En 101 M02
Mar 07
Saving Our Youth
They say young people are apathetic. As a senior in high school, I was just
bored. Towards the final months of my stay in Kong Hua, I felt like I had nothing
more to gain from school, especially since my fate as a Health Sciences major in the
Ateneo had already been ascertained. Graduation practices were, for me, a waste of
timedid anyone really care how perfectly timed our bows were?and were often
spent enumerating the ways in which my friends and I could destroy Kong Hua
before we left it for good. However, even devising plans of burning down the
cafeteria grew tiresome after a while. Not wanting to mimic our parents and teachers
by discussing our imminent college lives, for our distraction purposes we turned to
the only other immediate source of confusion and conflictPhilippine society.
We were at that point in our lives where social awareness was all the rage. It
was considered cool to be well-equipped with the latest statistics on the Philippine
2010 elections, and this, I found, was a surprising (and very welcome) shift from
having to memorize factoids about Korean pop icons in order to rank up in our
collectively imagined High School Student Hierarchy. The trend, as I saw it, all
started when a group of seniors, handsome members of the basketball varsity
notorious for spending class hours in Internet cafes, decided to christen their circle of
friends with the name S.O.Y., or, as their Facebook fan page explains, Save Our
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Youth. Because of their ambitious and misleading name, plenty of the younger
students mistook the S.O.Y. for a youth activism group. Filled with hope at the
supposed goodwill brought about by a group of good-looking truants, they decided
that they too wanted to be involved in the countrys affairs.
And so, for weeks there was an onslaught of inspirational, nationalistic
Facebook statuses. Students came to school wearing jackets patterned after the
Philippine flag. The school paper received a total of seventeen poems about social
issues, each from a different person, when normally the paper is lucky to receive even
one submission. The teachers, excited by this fresh display of interest, decided to fuel
the fire by adding Is there still hope for our country?-type essay questions to their
exams. I knew it was all a passing trend, that my generation would no sooner discard
nationalism than it would an ugly pair of camouflage pants,but I couldnt help but be
filled with hope - lots of it. Maybe we werent such a messed-up bunch after all.
They say young people are apathetic, but I soon found our graduation
practices being interspersed with conversations about the elections. Our plans of
razing down the school were quickly replaced with squabbles about why this
candidate was better than the others. Even the S.O.Y. boys, while doing nothing to
dismiss or confirm the talk about their alleged social involvement, would wage
discussions about the elections, and theirs were always the most entertaining to listen
to. I was chiefly a listener at these debates, but when asked, I would say my candidate
of choice was Noynoy - he seemed like a nice enough guy. Plus, both of my parents
liked him, which seemed like reason enough to vote him president.
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Majority of the country seemed to be smitten with him, too; by the time we
graduated, Noynoy maintained his big lead over Villar. In April, the Save Our
Youth mentality that I expected to wear off a long time ago had unexpectedly
intensified, both in the virtual community and in the country itself. Online, the
debates I had thought were confined to the gaps in our graduation practices somehow
managed to find their way into our Facebook discussions. Blogging site servers were
loaded with art and prose meant to inspire Filipino pride (my personal favorite being
the image of a Philippine flag superimposed on the text, Where I come from,
everyones a hero). And, after having attended Noynoys rally (along with about a
fifth of the entire population of Cagayan de Oro), I was feeling more and more
hopeful about the future of my country. I was certain that my batch could change the
Philippines for the better, that we could repair the damage done by the generations
before us. I believed it was all a matter of faith in a new presidency and faith in our
own selves.
Finally, it was time for the actual day of the elections, and my friends and I
had signed up as volunteers for the Parish Pastoral Council for Responsible Voting
(PPCRV). Consisting of only five steps, our job at the Voters Assistance Desk
sounded easy enough: should a voter need our assistance in remembering his precinct
number or in locating her room, we were to search the database in the provided
laptops for the needed information. The first few minutes of the day went by
uneventfully, but then there came a voter whose name couldnt be located in any of
the databases. Then came another, and another. These voters were told to speak to
COMELEC. To do so, however, they had to wait in line for at least an hour, and even
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then, speaking to COMELEC did not guarantee their problems solved. In many cases,
COMELEC only referred the voters back to us, the volunteers at the front desk!
It was a very ugly tennis match, with the voters being referred between
COMELEC and PPCRV back and forth, back and forth, and there was nothing more
my friends and I could do than sit and watch the ugliness of it all slowly play out. We
were useless. We could have spent the day in the comforts of our own homes, away
from the mess, away from the failure, away from the dizzying stench of sweat,
cigarettes, and frustration, simply reading Facebook updates about the election
mishaps instead of actually contributing to them.
In the end, about half of the people whose names werent in the database left
the voting center without actually voting, feeling all sorts of sad, angry, and tired. The
half that persisted did eventually get to vote when, later on in the afternoon, the
problem was fixedall it took was a quick database update.
On June 8, 2010, the canvassing period ended, with Noynoy winning by a
landslide. It wasnt a surprising victory; hed been leading in the polls for a long time,
and all of his opponents, save for Erap Estrada, conceded defeat only a day after the
elections. The Philippines was congratulated for having had its first peaceful
automated elections. The angry complaints from some of my batch mates at the
outcome of the elections, both online and offline (Id rather have Erap win than
Noynoy!) subsided after a week or so, as the whole country transitioned to a new
administration.
I was going through a transition period myself, as college was starting, and so
was my new life in Manila. My high school batch, the S.O.Y. included, was scattered
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around the country, dissolving with them the hype that they had once created in Kong
Hua. The trend they set had turned out to be just that - a trend, albeit one that lasted
slightly longer than camouflage jeans. But Im glad that it happened. Im glad that our
generation was able to unite for a common good, even if it was just for one election
period.
Now Im not so sure my generation is really as apathetic as were made out to
be. Sure, we werent the ones waiting for hours on end in hot, crowded schools to be
able to feed ballots into the Smartmatics, but we did get involved, and we did
volunteer. Maybe thats the best preparation we can get right now for when were
older, for when its our turn to have our names lost in databases. Who says trends
have to die? The good trends stick around, and I hear camouflage jeans are making a
comeback.
On June 30, 2010, President Benigno Aquino Simeon III was officially
inaugurated as President of the Philippines, and even though I now realize my old
reasons for supporting him are petty, I have not lost hope in our generation. Still, I
cannot help but wonder if the student bodys response to S.O.Y. would have been as
positive had they realized that the true meaning of it was Sex Our Yayas.