pinksubmergence:

If there is a word to best describe the University of Santo Tomas, it has to be magical. It’s not simply because the imposing grandeur of the Main Building is Howgwarts-esque. There’s something about the four walls of the four-hundred year old university that makes it enchanting. It could be the rich tradition that firmly grounds the university in a unique and special place in history. It could be the veil of lights that brighten the covered walkways and parks during the Christmas season. It could even be the faint scent of nostalgia lingering and breezing in and around the spacious field. And it certainly could be the people you spent formative college years with that makes the place so special. Whatever it is, it must be magic. How else can you explain those fantastic years bewitched by the glory of the school and the faces and spaces that make it such a home? Even if I no longer spend most of my days in careful contemplation walking from P. Noval, across the field and Plaza Mayor, then to St. Raymund’s, there still isn’t a single day I am not left spellbound by my beloved university. There’s something in it no word can describe, no picture can ever capture, no sculpture can ever accurately depict. It’s a place brimming with youth, love, memories and aspirations. They all seem to have intertwined into this magical spirit blessing the souls of those who thirst for knowledge and yearn for passion. Yes, it must be the unending grace.