Bachelor in College Orgs, Major in Everything

Through the experience you signed up for and still ended up surprising you—for those who lived through the ungraded but unforgettable subject called college organizations.

For those who dared to sign up with shaking hands. For those who found their second home in meetings. For those who lived for deadlines, stayed late for events, and still chose to show up the next morning. 

Because while the college classes gave us lessons, our orgs gave us stories—messy, magical, and life-altering.

Freshmen Year: DP Blasts, Booths, Beginnings

It begins with a decision, an application to what should be “just an extra endeavor”. A name written in haste, a hesitant signature, and the thrill of not knowing what lies ahead. 

The application era is more than the invitations and flyers—it is where we first met the faces who would turn into constants. The promise of belonging lured us in. The idea that we could matter in something bigger than ourselves sealed the deal. 

We were freshmen eager to collect every org there is like a badges of honor along with our student IDs, not yet realizing we were about to collect fragments of ourselves in the process—because who you are in college is never only about the program you took but the community you consciously chose to be a part of. 

Sophomore Stage: New Routes, New Roles

Soon, that ‘org life’ became a calendar. Posters, deadlines, and run-throughs filled our days. There were sleepless nights spent taping tarpaulins, whispered pep talks behind curtains, and that collective sigh of relief when the lights dimmed and the spotlight turned on.

Every event felt like a festival—an explosion of creativity and chaos. For outsiders, it was just a program. For us, it was months of planning, dozens of arguments, and countless inside jokes stitched into one fleeting night.

You learn more about yourself by sitting with orgmates who share the same humor and dreams as you. Suddenly, you find the mundane tasks as worthwhile as the big tasks—you are living for the events as much or even more than the classes. 

If classes measured knowledge, events measured resilience. They teach us that no matter how much goes wrong, the show must go on—and somehow, we always pull it off.

Junior Year: Taking Charge, Training for Changes

Then, came the promotions we never applied for—responsibilities handed down with trust and expectation. 

Suddenly, we are more than  just members; we were presidents, secretaries, creatives, finance heads. Titles etched not in stone but in late-night group chats. 

Coffee shops became frequented like concrete witnesses to how hearts are poured into projects. 

The ‘org life’ is not just an escape from the typical college life, it becomes the college life itself.

Leadership in orgs was never about prestige. It was about learning how to listen when voices clash, how to decide when everyone waits for direction, and how to carry weight even when your knees are shaking.

Here, we discovered that authority is not about being the loudest, but about amplifying others. That courage is not the absence of fear, but the decision to show up despite it.

Senior Year: Marching Through  the Last Minutes

And then, before we knew it, the minutes turned into years. The cafes emptied, the banners were stored away, and the last general assembly became a bittersweet goodbye.

Graduation is not just an academic milestone; it is an org member’s curtain call. We leave not only with diplomas, but with scars from mistakes, pride from victories, and friendships that will outlive the campus gates.

Looking back, org life was our unofficial degree—a Bachelor in College Orgs. It trained us to negotiate, to compromise, to persevere, and to lead with heart.

Because someday, when work becomes routine and the world feels too vast, we will remember that once, in our small corners of the university, we built something that mattered.

You were not just in college and you were not just involved—you actually had two degrees: one was graded by numbers and the other, remembered by the people who shared not just the same interests but  the same passion that no classroom can ever teach.

Article: Sharona Nicole Semilla

Graphics: Aldreich Pascual