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  Conduct of the September 2024 Computer-Based Licensure Examinations for Librarians The Professional Regulation Commission (PRC) informs the public of the conduct of Computer-Based Licensure Examination (CBLE) for Librarians in National Capital Region, Davao, Legazpi, Lucena, and Rosales on September 10 & 11, 2024. For queries and concerns, please email Licensure Office at licensure.office1@prc.gov.ph and the concerned Regional Offices through their email address which can be found in this link: https://www.prc.gov.ph/regional-offices-contact-information  For updates, you may check the PRC website at www.prc.gov.ph and follow PRC official social media accounts at https://www.facebook.com/professionalregulationcommission and https://twitter.com/PRC_main #PRCExamAdvisory #PRCUpdates END.

  My journey in taking a library science course has been anything but straightforward, marked by challenges, perseverance, and a deep passion for learning. Growing up, I always had a love for books and knowledge, but the path to becoming a librarian was filled with obstacles that tested my resolve. As a working student, I juggled my studies with responsibilities at my uncle’s computer shop, a situation that challenged my time management skills and resilience. Balancing classes, assignments, and my job was no easy feat. I vividly remember my typical day: waking up early to prepare for class, rushing to attend lectures, and then immediately heading to the library for my duty as library sttudent assistant. Time was a luxury I couldn’t afford. I had to prioritize tasks, often sacrificing sleep or social activities to meet deadlines. On particularly demanding days, the exhaustion would weigh heavily on me, and I would find myself questioning my ability to keep going. Would I ever be abl...

  The Iloilo Provincial Library and Archives conducted storytelling and literacy activities for pupils in Jamin-ay Elementary School in Calinog, Iloilo. The Library also donated books to the school for use by their teachers and students. The library's storytelling program helps kids learn to read by sharing exciting stories. Listening to stories helps kids understand words, think about what they hear, and love books. (𝑃ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑦 𝐼𝑙𝑜𝑖𝑙𝑜 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝐿𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠)

  "Bakit ayaw pa ring magising ni bunso, kuya?" tanong ko sa sampung taong gulang kong kapatid. "Hindi ko alam, pero hintayin lang natin. Si Coco Martin nga, binaril kagabi pero nakapag-guest pa sa palabas kanina." Tumango na lamang ako habang nakatingin sa kapatid naming naliligo sa sariling dugo, matapos naming pakialaman ang baril ni tatay.

  Bumalik ulit ako sa nakaraan sa paraang hindi ko alam para iligtas ang isang babae. Tulad ng dati ay nahanap ko siya sa kanyang silid. Nakapatong sa isang maliit na silya at hawak ang isang tali. "Huwag! Please huwag mong gawin yan. " Tumingin siya sa kinaroroonan ko. Umiiyak, humagulgol. Kitang -kita sa kanyang mukha ang paghihirap. Tinangka ko siyang pigilan ngunit huli na ang lahat. Tumalon siya sa silya at ilang segundong nangisay bago tuluyang hindi na gumalaw. Nanghihina akong napaupo sa sahig. Sa ika sampung pagkakataon, hindi ko na naman nailigtas ang sarili ko.

  "Maghanap ka nga ng trabaho. Ang laki ng katawan hindi man lang naghahanap tapos manglilimos lang. Mga salot sa lipunan. Kaya hindi umuunlad ang Pilipinas!" Tiningnan ko ang lalaking aking hiningian ng kahit magkano lang para sa anak kong nakaratay sa ospital. Hindi ko makakalimutan ang kanyang mukha dahil siya ang nag interview sa akin kanina nang nag apply ako bilang janitor. Sinabi niya sa akin na hindi ako matatanggap dahil kahit elementarya ay hindi ako nakapagtapos. Siya ang nagsabing mas mabuti kung manglimos na lang daw ako sa daan.

Hindi ko alam kung ano ang dapat kong maramdaman habang nakatingin ako sayo na nakatayo sa harap ng altar. Ang gwapo mo sa suot mong tuxedo. Napangiti ka pa nang makita mong nakatingin ako sayo. Hindi ko maipaliwanag ang aking nararamdaman. Sa bawat hakbang palapit sa kinatatayuan mo ay mas lalong lumalakas ang tahip ng aking dibdib. Isa, dalawa, tatlong hakbang hanggang sa nasa harap na kita. "Alagaan mo mama ko. Sana mahalin mo siya at hindi iiwan tulad ng ginawa ni papa. Masaya ako para sa inyo." Hindi ko aakalain na imbes na ako ang bride ay ako yung maghahatid sa mama ko para ikasal sa lalaking nangakong ako lang hanggang sa huli.

if time determines the future, then our fate is blur and not sure. if past is meant to be forgotten, how can we begin? your voice is an echo, like a fictional beau. it fades, it does not stay something that vanishes away you are like a maze, a conundrum that blaze. You are what I’m not. the south of every north.