Theater has been around for thousands of years and its life-changing power has moved and held humans for that long. It’s a special kind of storytelling because it’s never gonna be the same thing twice and it’s inherently communal – the way things are meant to be in this world.

Told by our older brothers and sisters or cool cousins or teachers during uneventful classes or lolos and lolas older than some of the trees warning in earnest or in jest. But with every myth that withstands the test of time and is enjoyed by people for years to come albeit in a blurry memory rendition of what it originally was, there are ones that get forgotten. Nobody ever writes these down, but with this compilation the stories from faculty, staff, alumni, and students will be immortalized to some extent in the archives of Halangdon. Happy Halloween everyone.

A song fades, the memory stays Of bitter springs and summer days A hole in my head from this May Mildew, sunrays, and petrichor, all swirl While spirits and fragments, all twirl away.