Andrea D. Lim
Evil, according to Philip Zimbardo in his book The Lucifer Effect, is defined as “knowing better but doing worse.” The guard in atipunan gate told me to wear my ID after I showed him my validated ID so that I can enter the campus. I shrugged and got annoyed by the order but I wore my ID anyway. The first day of class was surprisingly tiring, so I dragged my feet to Edith Carson Hall. As I finally entered my room, I was welcomed by one of my roommate’s eyes that both expressed surprise and confusion. Surprised because she saw my ID around my neck and confused because of her discovery about Sillimanian life.
“Ate, dili ba gasuot ug ID ang mga Sillimanians sa campus?” she asked in bewilderment.
(Ate, aren’t Sillimanians wearing their IDs in school?)
I fell into a deep, disturbing yet necessary silence – enough to make me contemplate about the matter. I just shifted my gaze from my roommate to the mirror with all the reasons the higher years have passed on to me when I was a freshman, just like my roommate, in my head. IDs tend to not match with the nice clothes I wear, they said. The one wearing an ID is most likely considered as a baduy or worse, be mistaken as an awkward, lost and uncool freshman.
Sillimanians’ disobedience towards the requirement of wearing IDs inside the campus is a spreading cancer. We know its existence and the importance of wearing it yet we’re still not addressing it enough. We’re becoming ignorant students, lingering around the campus knowing that wearing our IDs the right way to go yet still choose to smirk at the guards who are just doing their jobs in reminding us to do what’s right.
We are educated to be movers of solutions to issues, more than just being aware. Remember that the term “ID” means identification”.
To express about Silliman pride without wearing ID is hypocrisy at its finest. Not wearing the Silliman ID’s like telling the world we’re not embracing our identity as Sillimanians.
Besides, one of the first things people would find in a person during accidents is his or her ID.
The journey of passing on one’s legacy, either good or bad, starts with a choice. I choose to wear my ID.
I choose to stop the cycle. I choose the latter.