The Aquila

The Aquila ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Ž๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐’๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐‚๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐จ ๐’๐š๐ง ๐€๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง - ๐๐š๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐’๐ž๐ง๐ข๐จ๐ซ ๐‡๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐’๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ Aquila - /ak'kwil-a/- Latin word for eagle.

In astronomy, it is a small northern constellation (the Eagle), to represent the eagle that carried Ganymede to Olympus. It contains the bright star Altair, and some rich star fields of the Milky Way.

 ๐€๐‡๐’ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ - ๐€ ๐ฌ๐จ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐ข๐ง ๐๐š๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐€๐ข๐ซ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ž ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐›๐ฌ ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐žAHS 12 - A soared straight into First Place in the Pa...
25/10/2025



๐€๐‡๐’ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ - ๐€ ๐ฌ๐จ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐ข๐ง ๐๐š๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐€๐ข๐ซ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ž ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐›๐ฌ ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž

AHS 12 - A soared straight into First Place in the Paper Airplane Contest during the STEM Month 2025 Physicslympics, held at Colegio San Agustin - Bacolod (CSA-B) Auditorium, last Oct 3.

Following are participants from EICT 12 - B and EICT 12 - A, gliding into Second and Third place, respectively.

The Paper Airplane Contest challenges the participantsโ€™ ability to apply aerodynamics in crafting a paper plane capable of flying the farthest distance while remaining stable in the air.

Written by: P.A. Ali

 ๐€๐‡๐’ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ - ๐‚ ๐‘๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐‘๐ฎ๐›๐ž ๐†๐จ๐ฅ๐๐›๐ž๐ซ๐  ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญAHS 12 - C clinched first place in this yearโ€™s Rube Goldberg Contest...
25/10/2025



๐€๐‡๐’ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ - ๐‚ ๐‘๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐‘๐ฎ๐›๐ž ๐†๐จ๐ฅ๐๐›๐ž๐ซ๐  ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ

AHS 12 - C clinched first place in this yearโ€™s Rube Goldberg Contest in the Physiclympics, one of the highlights for STEM month 2025, where creativity met the force of gravity, held last Oct. 3.

With AHS 12 - C taking first place, AHS 12 - A secured second, and EICT - B came in third, these talented groups were rewarded with a trophy & medals, carrying the pride of representing their respective sections in the contest.

The Rube Goldberg Machine contest challenges participants to design a complex machine that performs a simple task through a series of chain reactions, showcasing principles of physics and problem solving.

Written by: Z. Flores

 ๐’๐“๐„๐Œ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ - ๐€ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐’๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐‚๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐Œ๐จ๐๐ž๐ฅ โ€˜๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“, ๐›๐š๐  ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐žDemonstrating their wit and creativity, STEM 11 - A ba...
25/10/2025



๐’๐“๐„๐Œ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ - ๐€ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐’๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐‚๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐Œ๐จ๐๐ž๐ฅ โ€˜๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“, ๐›๐š๐  ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž

Demonstrating their wit and creativity, STEM 11 - A bagged the First Place in the Sustainable City Model Contest 2025, held at Colegio San Agustin - Bacolod (CSA-B), Oct. 24.

Following from behind were the STEM 11 - G and STEM 11 - D, clinching Second and Third Place respectively.

The Sustainable City Model Contest showcases students' creativity through model outputs made from sustainable materials, it is also a commemoration of the annual STEM Month spearheaded by the Basic Education Department - Senior High School (BED-SHS) last Sept. 1.

Written by: A.K. Lequillo

 ๐€๐‡๐’ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ - ๐€ ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฏ๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง ๐‹๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐žThe waters rippled with excitement as representati...
25/10/2025



๐€๐‡๐’ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ - ๐€ ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฏ๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง ๐‹๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž

The waters rippled with excitement as representatives from AHS 12 - A sailed to victory as they earned First place in the Large Barge Contest as part of the STEM Month 2025 Physicslympics, held at Colegio San Agustin - Bacolod (CSA-B), last Oct. 3.

Mastering buoyancy and structure, participants from AHS 12 - B and EICT 12 - B anchored Second and Third place, respectively.

The Large Barge Contest is a competition that challenges students to construct an innovative barge prototype that is being tested in terms of structural stability, durability, and strength in a controlled testing basin.

Written by: M.D. Borres

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐…๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฐ๐งThe wind hums softly, a whispered tune,Two paths divide beneath the moon.I see the glow of gold and gray,...
25/10/2025

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐…๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฐ๐ง

The wind hums softly, a whispered tune,
Two paths divide beneath the moon.
I see the glow of gold and gray,
One holds tomorrow, one holds decayโ€”
And I must choose my truth too soon.

The scent of rain, earth, and pine,
Wraps around my heart like a sacred sign.
It reeks of loss, yet holds something new,
Through a shadowed hush, the stars align.
A breath of hope the night once knew.

I touch the soilโ€”its pulse, its grace,
It clings like memoryโ€™s soft embrace.
The stones are cold, yet strangely kind,
They speak of all Iโ€™ve left behindโ€”
Their murmured truths, my fears replace.

I taste the airโ€”both sharp and sweet,
Like morning dew and ash that meet.
It stings my tongue, yet feeds my core,
Reminds me what Iโ€™m living forโ€”
To fall, to rise, to once again repeatโ€ฆ

Then comes the soundโ€”my heartbeatโ€™s song,
The gravel clatters as I walk bold and strong.
Through dusk and scent, through tear and flame,
I claim my firsts, I speak my nameโ€”
And find the dawn where I belong.

Written by: caliuchis
Illustration by: PeriJelly

 ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐–๐ž๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Ž๐ฎ๐ซ ๐„๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌAnger, rage, and frustrationโ€”they're more than just words. They carry weight, resonating deep...
24/10/2025



๐“๐ก๐ž ๐–๐ž๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Ž๐ฎ๐ซ ๐„๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ

Anger, rage, and frustrationโ€”they're more than just words. They carry weight, resonating deep within our hearts and minds. When formed into action, these emotions can lead to life changing consequences. As humans, itโ€™s natural for us to feel this way; our emotions are valid. However, uncontrolled anger can wreak havoc on our relationships, it creates more violence and leads to more conflicts.

Consider the intimate bonds we've built over time, often created by shared laughter and mutual respect. It's disheartening how a single word or impulsive action can shatter them, leaving scars that linger long after the anger has faded. Moments of uncontrolled emotion, as mentioned earlier, don't just fade awayโ€“they ripple through our relationships, damaging the trust and warmth weโ€™ve built. In the aftermath, weโ€™re left to face the silence our anger created, realizing how powerful our emotions truly are when we let them take control.

Moreover, the political landscape can often seem discouraging, ruined by the corruption of those in power. Ruthless politicians have grown fat on the labor of hard working citizens, with our long hours and silent sacrifices funding their luxuries: a new luxury car, the latest smartphone, an extravagant handbag. All the while, the everyday struggles of the Filipinos go unnoticed. We work tirelessly stretching every peso just to put food on the table and keep a roof over our heads.

Itโ€™s no wonder we feel distraught and unheard. The taxes we dutifully pay could transform our nation, yet they vanish into the pockets of the upper class, leaving many to wonder where their hard work truly goes. As Filipinos, we have every right to be outraged.

Our experiences and frustrations create a powerful voice, a fitting battle cry for change. Embracing that rage can become a force for positive action, driving us forward in pursuit of justice and equity. In times of distress, it reminds us that while our fists may clench in anger, our hearts beat fiercely for a better tomorrow. This is more than anger; itโ€™s a call for a better future.

Written by: pauie
Layout by: theplanetofmars_

 # ๐Œ๐ญ. ๐Š๐š๐ง๐ฅ๐š๐จ๐ง ๐ž๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐๐‡๐ˆ๐•๐Ž๐‹๐‚๐’ ๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ ๐€๐ฅ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ ๐Ÿ Mt. Kanlaon erupted from 8:05 to 8:08 PM, sending a 2,000 meter ...
24/10/2025

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๐Œ๐ญ. ๐Š๐š๐ง๐ฅ๐š๐จ๐ง ๐ž๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐๐‡๐ˆ๐•๐Ž๐‹๐‚๐’ ๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ ๐€๐ฅ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ ๐Ÿ

Mt. Kanlaon erupted from 8:05 to 8:08 PM, sending a 2,000 meter high ash plume that drifted northeast and prompting the Philippine Institute of Volcanology and Seismology (PHIVOLCS) to maintain Alert Level 2, Oct. 24

Furthermore, residents living near the volcano are advised to take proper precautions as recommended by PHIVOLCS.

Written by: A.K. Lequillo

 ๐‡๐€๐๐๐„๐๐ˆ๐๐† ๐๐Ž๐–: The EcoRhythm Dance Challenge is popping with energy! The air is electric as Grade 11 and Grade 12 clust...
24/10/2025



๐‡๐€๐๐๐„๐๐ˆ๐๐† ๐๐Ž๐–: The EcoRhythm Dance Challenge is popping with energy! The air is electric as Grade 11 and Grade 12 clusters step into the spotlight, ready to battle it out in a revolutionary dance challenge. They're not just dancing for a trophy; they're moving to the rhythm of youth. Which crew will perfectly execute their choreography and message, snatching the title and proving they have the best EcoRhythm steeze?

Caption by: A.N. Tortogo
Photos by: K.E. Porras

๐Œ๐„๐„๐“ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐“๐Ž๐‘๐‚๐‡๐๐„๐€๐‘๐„๐‘๐’ ๐Ž๐… ๐–๐ˆ๐’๐ƒ๐Ž๐Œ ๐ŸŒŸWe proudly present our esteemed resource speakers for this workshop โ€” who carry the emb...
23/10/2025

๐Œ๐„๐„๐“ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐“๐Ž๐‘๐‚๐‡๐๐„๐€๐‘๐„๐‘๐’ ๐Ž๐… ๐–๐ˆ๐’๐ƒ๐Ž๐Œ ๐ŸŒŸ

We proudly present our esteemed resource speakers for this workshop โ€” who carry the emblem of knowledge and veracity. โšœ๏ธ Their prowess in defending the truth becomes our weapon to champion against deception and uphold our commitment as campus journalists to deliver stories rooted with authenticity and integrity.

Join The Eagle, The Aquila, and The Eaglet Publications as they flock their wings, harnessed with a shared vision: to uncover truths being buried beneath the false narrative and confront deceptions that shadow the digital realm.




Words by Joeren Nichole Griรฑo
Layout by Lynn Marie Soldevilla

In the everโ€‘changing media landscape, journalists are at the threshold between deception and truth. It is our duty to up...
23/10/2025

In the everโ€‘changing media landscape, journalists are at the threshold between deception and truth. It is our duty to uphold our valuesโ€” even in the face of uncertainty, even when threatened with blindness or silence. With courage and integrity, we stand firmly with the truth.

Our power transcends beyond just telling, capturing, or drawing on what is intriguing amid the quiet. We use our tools not merely to deliver and satisfy but to amplify. Our words speak volumes for those unheard, our lens magnifies unseen stories, and our ink uncovers what is blurred by the digital noise.

Now more than ever, our voice as campus journalists mattersโ€” not to chase roles or seek approvals that strengthens algorithms, but to rise, move forward, challenge the silence, and resist misinformation.

The Eagle, The Aquila, and The Eaglet Publications joins forces as we seek for the truth through โ€œSAPIENTA: Strengthening Truth and Service Through Campus Journalism in the Digital Ageโ€, a seminar and workshop where we shape visions grounded in principles โ€” a space to craft journalism that defends truth, empowers action, and dares to cut through the noise.

๐Ÿ—“๏ธ ๐—ข๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฐ, ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฑ
๐ŸŽ™๏ธ Hosted by ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—˜๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—น๐—ฒ, ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—”๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฎ, and ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—˜๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ฃ๐˜‚๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€

๐˜™๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ. ๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ. ๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ.




Words by Jamela Billones
Layout by Lynn Marie Soldevilla

 ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ซ๐จ๐š๐๐ฌThe fog covered the spot where the road splits. As I walked through it, the veil of mist brush...
22/10/2025



๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ซ๐จ๐š๐๐ฌ

The fog covered the spot where the road splits. As I walked through it, the veil of mist brushed my skin. It felt like a whisperโ€”asking me to keep going. The gentle rustle of dry leaves lay under my feet, quietly calling the tales of lives that once lived. A soft aroma of smoke lingers through the air, as if fires burned in the distance, inviting seeking hearts to find peace.

On the left, the road shone beneath the muted sun. Bloomed flowers painted the path, beaming new bright beginnings. The wind drifted with the sweet scent of fruit at its peak, making me think of flavors I never had, and an elation I never knew. I envisioned stepping into that pathโ€”new faces, new gleeโ€”Yet in my heart, I felt that it is possible to close just as profound silence that I always knew.

The right side was still. Way different from what I saw before. Trees there stood no leaves, with cold air pricking my fingers and the smell of moist ground surrounding me. Living in this place would not probably change anything, but perhaps its ending would mean something. The stomp of my shoe crushing on the icy ground spoke around me, meeting the soft mist on my tongueโ€”sudden yet brief. ๐ผ๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘๐‘™๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘š๐‘’: ๐‘Ž ๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’๐‘“๐‘ข๐‘™ ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘“๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘“๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘Ž ๐‘ž๐‘ข๐‘–๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘Ž๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘’๐‘‘, ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.

I paused, absorbing the weight of the choice I now faced within my chest. One question prevails. Which road do I choose? The one that opened new doors for something new though brought me to the same end, or the one I had long known, despite having the chances of holding a deep goodbye? I closed my eyes, the bittersweet feeling of hope and fear. The forked road stood silent and still. Right then, I realized lifeโ€™s purpose is beyond the days we live, but in the courage to step forward, even knowing how it will end.

Written by: Tabitha
Photo by: Eli

 โ€œ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Š๐ž๐ž๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐–๐ก๐š๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐‹๐ž๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐”๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ค๐ž๐งโ€Thereโ€™s something about this chapter that feels like finally breathing after holdin...
20/10/2025



โ€œ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Š๐ž๐ž๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐–๐ก๐š๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐‹๐ž๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐”๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ค๐ž๐งโ€

Thereโ€™s something about this chapter that feels like finally breathing after holding it in for a long period of time. The days are slowed down, the noise softens, and for once, it feels okay to just stop. Maybe this is what happens when weโ€™ve been running for so long โ€” chasing, striving, and giving too much of ourselves until we forget how to pause.

We sometimes forget that even brightness fades, and even strength weakens when it never learns to rest. But maybe slowing down isnโ€™t failure, maybe itโ€™s our souls simple way of asking for stillness. And in that stillness, something begins to bloom so beautifully and that is the will to start again, softer and kinder this time.

Maybe this is the โ€œfirstโ€ we want to be brave with. To be carefree, not in a careless way, but in a way that feels like being a child again โ€” curious, unafraid, and trusting that someone or even the world would catch us when we fall. We learn in time to retreat when the weight of the world becomes unbearable, to rest for a while, and to remember that pausing doesnโ€™t mean giving up. When our emotions fill our cup, we must remember that itโ€™s not a weakness to let them spill, we can cry, rest, breathe, and let life be as it is.

And maybe thatโ€™s what peace looks like. Not in doing more, but in learning when to stop, when to let go, and when to begin again.

In that stillness, we realize that slowing down is not failure, but rather a way of choosing peace, for sometimes, the quietest moments lead us back to who we were always meant to be.

Written by: Aelyana
Photo by: ็”˜่ŽŽ่މ

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