The Equilibrium - JPES USLS

𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝

By the riverbend, I see the water
like a mirror, ebbing away forward
The fishes are dancing in it
And the cranes skedaddling over

Behind me, a little church is cradled
by the rolling hills, verdant as ever
Its little bells humming softly
The song of the journeyman’s trek

As I walk, feeling to my bones
the wondrous miracles around me
I remember the days of how
Such things seem to be foreign

The factories were my bassinet
Its putrid air my iron lungs
Chemicals flow as if it’s the Seine
And a gang of carcass were my zoo

As I feel the grass on my feet
The prickling of a thousand needles
I began to savor the moment's sweetness
Myself, free from that nightmare

Hope fuels me to stay alive
That there is more good than bad
Though ugly some things may be
Beauty still hides in the most unassuming

A journal is fixed by my hands
As I sketch and try to etch
The euphoric spark of it all
A testament to the great beyond

The little bells called out again
Its sound still travelling a thousand
I cannot ignore it no more
For the Fates resigned me to this

As I hop, bop, and trop the road
I’m back to where I started in kirsch
For what is a journeyman’s destiny
If there’s nothing at all in the first place

Content | Paul Corral
Illustration | Antoinette Gendran

𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗡 𝟭𝟬𝟭 | 𝐔𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

The 𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 between 𝐀 and 𝐁 when your 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘁 reminds you that 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 is a 𝗺𝘆𝘁𝗵.

Content | Valerie Pajotea
Layout | Meryl Olaybar

𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗡 𝗜𝗗 | 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮?

It's April, and the heat isn't just in the air 🥵💨 it's in catching up on all those quizzes, reports, and projects our profs piled on! With the academic year coming to an end, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙠𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪?

Content | Charlotte Duff
Layout | Elloisa Tamisan

𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗡 𝗗𝗜𝗚𝗘𝗦𝗧 | 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡

𝐄𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 gathered the most 𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝗹, 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘀 to ensure you stay sharp and informed throughout the month.

Caption and Layout | Beatrice Biscocho
Writers | Chielsey De la Peña, Beatrice Biscocho, Marienne Lopez

𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

War goes on,
And prices climb.
But who bears the weight?
The poor—every time.

Drivers who spends more than earns,
Students who'd rather work than go to school.
Commuters crushed by shrinking pay,
All hoping costs will fall someday.

Peso has reached it lowest point.
What happens next?
The world has been vexed.
We, atleast, deserve the best.

These are not our wars to fight,
But the aftermath made us suffer otherwise.
In silent loss, in daily strife,
They steal the ease from ordinary life.

Content | Valerie Pajotea
Illustration | Antoinette Gendran