Before, I never know the pleasure
of doing it. I cannot comprehend what makes some of the men in the campus
created a fan page on Facebook proudly publicizing how they delicately do it on
the rooftop, on the stairs, on the hallway, on top of cars, and wherever I
believe they find unusual.
Just lately this semester, I find
it cool scanning pictures in the internet showing how youths planked braving
the foreseeable injuries that they might get when balancing gets over. I’m
talking to how “plankers”, as we call them, perfectly portrayed unemotional and
stationary planking on a rooftop that which is inclined. Well, I find it
attractive! I mean, it transcends me an image of a misplaced dead body. So
unusual. For the safety issue, well, I leave it to them, I had this prior idea
that these rational youths know what they are doing.
But what does it really signify?
What one can get from it remains to be contested. Well, if some legislators’ head aches when
planking issues flashed on television, I don’t care the worth of their effort
in crafting the anti-planking bill. I just want to leave that matter to them, I
mean to our over-acting legislators. Perhaps, they are just bored.
This all the more interests me to
plank. Yes! I’m seriously justifying the idea that it is more than fun unlike
to what legislators narrowly see as to why “plankers” do it.
When news stations reported the unending
protest on anti-budget cut, the crowd of students gave way to highlight the
planking moment. Again, it transcends me to another picture. I see an image of
people massacred in vain where hopelessness and fear is painted out. I know
that planking is meaningful. I know that it gives a deeper meaning. I know that
it is used as a sign of protest.
As enrolled in a regional UP unit,
now on my junior year, I know how students of left-leaning parties show
sentiments in public. I feel how heart is being crumpled when issues protested
are denied by some apathetic authorities. If rallies resorted to consciousness to
some other students or even to “tambays” on streets as well, I think the rise
of planking gives equivalent effect, if not, creates much more impact to some
other lives. You may be silent and motionless incomparable to that of a noisy
and “wild” protester in rally, I do believe that both costs way the same for a
greater benefit.
I have been into
rallies. I felt stinky, I get wet, and still, I continue to learn. The burning
passion continues to fight for everyone’s right. I learned not to be silent. I
should have opted to live normally as a student that involves to none of any
organizations and that programmed to school-boarding house- school- boarding
house lifestyle. But instead, I want to get involved. Yes, I had my rallies,
now, I had my planks.
As long as this remains to be
legal, for no reason at all to put anti-planking bill into law in the first
place, I continue to fight. We the students continue to shout our rights in the
public through our silent protest. We continue to catch everyone’s attention
that after all shall challenge the audience’s mind on what keeps planking alive
and prominent.
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