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Henna Rose Geronimo has a degree in Broadcast Communication. She loves to read and write.






Respect begets respect
written on Sunday, June 3, 2012 @ 3:42 PM ✈

I remember my former adviser, Sir Jayron, saying "Respect begets respect" everytime he holds sermon in our class way back in 5th grade. I always keep that in mind. I made it sure to respect myself and other people most especially the elderly as well as to things around me. But I must admit that there are also times when I fail to do so when mood swings hit me.

Yesterday, before I went to my PUP to pay for my balance, I went to Cebuana Lhuillier to send money since mommy asked me to do it. Mr. Security Guard opened the door for me, asked me what will I do, and gave me the form to be filled upon. My transaction went well. I was pleased with their good service and Mr. Security Guard truly shared his good vibes to me. Then I went to PUP's accounting office. The lady cashier who I had transaction with wasn`t in good mood, I guess. I was asking her politely how much should I pay because I thought there`s an additional P100. But she replied to me with her voice, attempting to rise. I just let it pass since it`s not even a big deal. And I`m thankful because I saved P100 since she didn`t put a fine on my late payment. So after I made my payment, I put the paper bills on my wallet. As I was fixing my money, I heard the conversation of this girl who was next to me and the lady on that number 7 cashier. The girl would like to pay her tuition fee last semester but she hasn`t had her registration card (which is needed) since their house got burnt but that lady replied to her in a not-so-good way. Afterwards, I went to OSFA together with my blockmates. They pushed me inside to verify if we can already apply for dean's lister. I waited patiently for my turn to be called. Then when it was my turn, I asked this certain person for the exact requirements. She spoke to me so fast that our conversation lasted in less than a minute. Her face was like I-don`t-think-you-deserve-my-time. I felt quite sad since that wasn`t the exact reaction/reply that I expect from her. I try to understand those office personnel. They just wanted to be serious and professional. And I believe their time is too precious to waste. Though I don`t think they have to sacrifice their pleasing personality while being professional in their line of job.  

A thought popped in my mind. Why do other people choose not to show their good side when they are actually capable of doing it? We are all entitled to respect. Each of us deserves it – regardless of age or even stature in life. I hope everybody has the similar attitude like those security guards whom I`ve met or the fastfood crews who had served me nicely. They take things lightly even if they are tired and I admire them for doing that (compared to people who treats me like I don`t even deserve any courtesy).

I am not expecting our university`s administrators to change their attitude towards their students but I hope that one day, they`ll find a way to be more pleasant. I hope.

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