(I was sleepy at this time already. so, don't be a complainant with regards to m grammar) :)
Anyways, whether I like it or not, I will compete. (It is a plus grade in my extra curricular! J) We went to our Principal, Mr. Antonio, and gave me the “basbas” (I don’t know how to translate it to English! Haha) to go and compete. I was doomed! He didn’t even stopped Mrs. Quillao from picking me! Instead, he put more pressure on my body’s pressure chamber. “You can do it. You have already proved yourself by being the best debater,” he said.
What? Is what he said for real? Is it really it? Won’t he stop Ma’am Quillao? No turning back, I guess. No one hesitated to recruit me! Huhu.. Poor little Kenneth.
Fast forward, (coz it is taking too long to type this one), we were now at AUF. While on the jeepney, my heart was pumping irregularly. And when I was standing in front of AUF’s dominating white gate, in front of the tall edifice, my diastole and systole was being accompanied by a third part, “nervoustole”, which only visits me when I am really, really nervous.
We entered the gates, where I will be soon sentenced to my death. Our coach talked to the guard and asked if we can enter. The guards on AUF are friendly, and to compare with those guards on our school’s gate, they are much stricter and unfriendly. They are hostile enemies in a battlefield of cement. Even putting one of your finger in your ear just to scratch some unnecessary dirt out is not allowed to them, and I’m still wondering why.
After passing through the hall where the names of their topnotchers are placed, we turned left and climbed more than 50 steps of stairs to the fourth floor, where St. Cecilia’s Auditorium rests. I remember that place as the venue of the Clash of the IT Wizards where we became the champions! (wooh, boastfulness) But I guess for today, my name and face will be shrouded in great humiliation.
We were late, terribly late. We are 20 minutes out of time, and Filipino time doesn’t usually take its toll for that long (as I have hoped in my Kaakbay field trip). When we reached the last set of stairs and finally captured a vision of the fourth floor, I saw a table, with two students wearing cute t-shirts that say this – AUF Nursing.
We need first to register, but before our coach could finish writing, one old teacher approached me and asked me if I was the participant for the impromptu speech. I said yes and she pulled me while telling me that the contest had already started. I was not able to say any word to them but a farewell, but the didn’t heard it too. L
I entered the auditorium, and the seats were 90% occupied. I walked down the center aisle, getting so paranoid with our unique uniform. On the stage, someone is watching a video, a sign that it has already started. The person watching was a female student from Holy Angel.
The teacher instructed me to get a number and sit on a chair. I picked number 6, and sat beside a male that immediately talked to me after I sat down. He asked from what school I am, and of course, I answered him with the truth.
The participants passed by, and I don’t want to detail it. It may be a sort of libelous. To summarize what happened, I’ll let you read a few sentences.
The topics were peace, global warming, Barack Obama and Janina San Miguel (my family, my family, oh my god!) that was the first time that I watched the whole clip. I was shocked! Is that really like that? I can’t believe it!
Then, the fifth was called, watched his video, and finished his speech
The moment of truth has come, my three heartbeats are pumping out of the pace and over-energized. My heart is running faster than I am! My number was called, and so was my name. She cheerfully asked me to pick a number, from which my video will be based. The man holding the box where I will pick was smiling; I don’t know if that means “good luck” or “bad luck”.
The video was played. All I can see was a blurry image of a woman, who looks like she suffered from severe Down syndrome, talking about something with the help of an unclear, pixelated video clips. The voice was stuttering, and very wobbly.
I heard the word “contraceptives”, which was then followed by the label on the bottom of the screen which says “Reproductive Health Bill”. Goodness! What luck do I have toda! I told to myself. That was just the topic of our debate last October, and I know everything about it! I jst waited for the video to be finished, without organizing my thoughts. I guess that organizing my thoughts is a bad idea, for I will just try to follw them and commit more mistakes which will interrupt the flow of my speech.
I started with a greeting, just like what Sir Antonio said to me. I followed it with an introduction which I remember was this: “I’ll just say one word, SEX, what does it mean to you?”
Those words were not a shocker, for few had reacted with those words. I continued on by discussing what the Reproductive Health Bill is all about, followed by the position of the video with regards to it, and lastly, my side when it comes to the approval of that bill. Just like my side on the debate, I opposed with this bill, because that’s the side I know how to defend.
I finished the speech with a doubting and a wasted look. It seems like that I have done my job, but not as well as my coach would expect. I was in great uncertainty if I will win, but I think the chances are great.
It was lunch! Woohoo! And we went back to the school. Fast forward and there comes the awarding.
The moment of truth has come, and I’m not nervous. If I don’t win, it’s fine with me. It was just my first time, and I have one more year to practice. I have more shots to win the title.
The third place was announced and I was not called. And yet, I have no idea on what the hell is happening. I don’t know that it was impromptu that is being awarded. Then, my name was called. I was not expecting it because I’m still in a state of confusion! I just climbed up the stage, and there I was, innocently posing to a picture-taking moment, with a silver medal wrapped on my neck, that I was never able to realize.
The day had passed. And still, I guess that the luck of the collector being accidentally seen and called was so great. If it’s you who give me luck, thank you.
A collector’s luck seems to work, ay?
February 12, 2009
The Collector's Luck I
Being in the Student Body Organization (SBO, but sometimes called supreme student government or student council) is a tiring job. You have to go room to room almost everyday when you have a program to launch. Under the heat of the scorching sun, you have to intermingle with people you don’t know. But at least, it adds to your “popularity rating” and “friend factor”.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009. An ordinary day, I assume. I’ll do my daily routine and do the tedious SBO work. The Battle of the Bands is two days away, and the Teachers’ Day will follow after it. We have to collect all the payments of the twenty-plus sections of the High School Department, dealing with people from the toughest to the easiest, from the quietest to the noisiest, from the richest to the poorest.
Moreover, we also need to design the tarpaulins for the events, make a letter so that we can use the multi-purpose hall, explain to every class why they need to pay, practice being an emcee for the events, have a picture of every faculty member, make a presentation (or a movie) including the teachers, gather some facts about the teachers, meet all the presidents of each section, and many more. It would to take me too long to type it down. (Actually, I’m just too lazy to think about it all)
Add to that pile is my schoolwork. We have two “feature-length” role plays to practice and a Junior-Senior Promenade to anticipate. I also compete outside the school in the past few days, in all academic bees impossible! (I wonder why they don’t put on bugs?) Plus, we have just concluded our grand party for our adviser, who celebrated her birthday last February 5. After it is the monthly test, which is every first section student’s nightmare! We hate it, but he still keeps getting in our way. I was also required to draw 10 national emblems of Asian countries for our project in World History, because I was not able to join the field trip at Mt. Samat (remember my previous blog?)
Monday was a bad day. The SBO President is absent because she went to the American Embassy to settle her stay here. She’s afraid of being accused of overstaying. Of course, when the President is gone, the Escort should take over. Kidding! The Vice President would take over. Who is it? Looking at the organizational chart I drew back on December, it was unfortunately me.
I have to go room to room all by myself. Sad as it sounds, I have to do it. I can’t stand on my own, I guess. But I managed to finish the whole task by myself. I have met with the first year presidents to help them decide what gift are they going to give to their advisers. I have also conquered my greatest fears when it comes to my job at SBO, talking with Seniors. They are older than me, and I think they are expecting that I would respect them and obey them. I’m afraid that they might bully me or get me under their control, but in case that happens, I have already set a plan. Luckily, there’s no need for me to use my secret plan. They treated me well and the short dialogue was adjourned orderly.
The next day, all I hope was for the President to go to school. I don’t want to do the jobs alone, specially that the jobs now are more difficult, considering that the Battle of the Bands is already on Thursday.
Whew! What a relief! She was present! The clouds had brought down a very helpful gift! Now, we can work together as a duo. My experience in solitude had been unpleasant and boring, and thankfully, it is over.
First, we reported to Ms. Marivic malig, the strict, but effective adviser of the SBO. She told us what we are going to do for today. Giving us the camera, she said, “kunan niyo ng pictures ang lahat ng teacher. Wala kayong lalampasan. Tapos, kumpletuhin niyo na yung pera!”. Her voice was very strong and commanding, it is thw words that you don’t want to fail, for the looks in her face looks like she is hoping, but the fury in her eyes says, “If you fail, you’ll face me!” (something like a threat)
We climbed up the stairs heading to the fourth year corridor, where the President’s classroom is. She asked a “golden ticket” from her adviser, to let her out for she will collect the payments and catch a photo of every teacher. Her favor was granted and she took the opportunity to take the picture of her adviser. After finding an ideal background to pose at (which took longer than the actual picture taking). The camera goes, “1, 2, 3 click!!!” and after the blinding flash, the image was already copied in the screen of the camera. (technology never ceases to amaze me. haha)
That was just the first part, and yet it took me several paragraphs to describe it. Let me take you to Lourdes Building, where the next important thing happens. We were wandering up and down the first year and the second year corridors, in chase of teachers to take at, and talking to presidents with auditing and collecting problems. Everytime we knock at a door, every student inside that classroom looks at us, recognizing the very familiar faces that we have.
I particularly love the way the freshmen look at us they look at us with utmost respect (though not all). The second year was just normal and passive. The third year were even more unreceptive, with the exception of Nickel, which is very active in joking (and sometimes teasing) every time we knock at their front door.
I was walking on the second year corridor, and with the clock ticking at 8:30 am, I am getting exhausted. Still early, right?
I saw Ma’am Quillao, my English teacher when I was in second year. I remember her when we are competing in our school’s English Week Quiz Bee, when we missed a lot of very easy questions, including a question that we recently studied in our class. The margin between us and the champion was only two points, very narrow. By answering an easy question, we will gain three points, enough to put as to the top of the podium.
This time, she was asking me a favor. “Kenneth!” she called me up. “Sali ka! Impromptu. Dali na! wag ka ng tumanggi” And that’s it! I tried to resist the invitation, for I don’t like impromptu speaking contests. The last time I joined one, I blew it all up! It was such a mess! I don’t speak well; I just have the idea, but not the ability to expound it more. I am a novice! I don’t know anything about it! I will be competing with the best of other schools, whereas here in my own school, I was not able to win! How can I win outside, when the competition is more fierce? Are they joking or what?
Tuesday, February 10, 2009. An ordinary day, I assume. I’ll do my daily routine and do the tedious SBO work. The Battle of the Bands is two days away, and the Teachers’ Day will follow after it. We have to collect all the payments of the twenty-plus sections of the High School Department, dealing with people from the toughest to the easiest, from the quietest to the noisiest, from the richest to the poorest.
Moreover, we also need to design the tarpaulins for the events, make a letter so that we can use the multi-purpose hall, explain to every class why they need to pay, practice being an emcee for the events, have a picture of every faculty member, make a presentation (or a movie) including the teachers, gather some facts about the teachers, meet all the presidents of each section, and many more. It would to take me too long to type it down. (Actually, I’m just too lazy to think about it all)
Add to that pile is my schoolwork. We have two “feature-length” role plays to practice and a Junior-Senior Promenade to anticipate. I also compete outside the school in the past few days, in all academic bees impossible! (I wonder why they don’t put on bugs?) Plus, we have just concluded our grand party for our adviser, who celebrated her birthday last February 5. After it is the monthly test, which is every first section student’s nightmare! We hate it, but he still keeps getting in our way. I was also required to draw 10 national emblems of Asian countries for our project in World History, because I was not able to join the field trip at Mt. Samat (remember my previous blog?)
Monday was a bad day. The SBO President is absent because she went to the American Embassy to settle her stay here. She’s afraid of being accused of overstaying. Of course, when the President is gone, the Escort should take over. Kidding! The Vice President would take over. Who is it? Looking at the organizational chart I drew back on December, it was unfortunately me.
I have to go room to room all by myself. Sad as it sounds, I have to do it. I can’t stand on my own, I guess. But I managed to finish the whole task by myself. I have met with the first year presidents to help them decide what gift are they going to give to their advisers. I have also conquered my greatest fears when it comes to my job at SBO, talking with Seniors. They are older than me, and I think they are expecting that I would respect them and obey them. I’m afraid that they might bully me or get me under their control, but in case that happens, I have already set a plan. Luckily, there’s no need for me to use my secret plan. They treated me well and the short dialogue was adjourned orderly.
The next day, all I hope was for the President to go to school. I don’t want to do the jobs alone, specially that the jobs now are more difficult, considering that the Battle of the Bands is already on Thursday.
Whew! What a relief! She was present! The clouds had brought down a very helpful gift! Now, we can work together as a duo. My experience in solitude had been unpleasant and boring, and thankfully, it is over.
First, we reported to Ms. Marivic malig, the strict, but effective adviser of the SBO. She told us what we are going to do for today. Giving us the camera, she said, “kunan niyo ng pictures ang lahat ng teacher. Wala kayong lalampasan. Tapos, kumpletuhin niyo na yung pera!”. Her voice was very strong and commanding, it is thw words that you don’t want to fail, for the looks in her face looks like she is hoping, but the fury in her eyes says, “If you fail, you’ll face me!” (something like a threat)
We climbed up the stairs heading to the fourth year corridor, where the President’s classroom is. She asked a “golden ticket” from her adviser, to let her out for she will collect the payments and catch a photo of every teacher. Her favor was granted and she took the opportunity to take the picture of her adviser. After finding an ideal background to pose at (which took longer than the actual picture taking). The camera goes, “1, 2, 3 click!!!” and after the blinding flash, the image was already copied in the screen of the camera. (technology never ceases to amaze me. haha)
That was just the first part, and yet it took me several paragraphs to describe it. Let me take you to Lourdes Building, where the next important thing happens. We were wandering up and down the first year and the second year corridors, in chase of teachers to take at, and talking to presidents with auditing and collecting problems. Everytime we knock at a door, every student inside that classroom looks at us, recognizing the very familiar faces that we have.
I particularly love the way the freshmen look at us they look at us with utmost respect (though not all). The second year was just normal and passive. The third year were even more unreceptive, with the exception of Nickel, which is very active in joking (and sometimes teasing) every time we knock at their front door.
I was walking on the second year corridor, and with the clock ticking at 8:30 am, I am getting exhausted. Still early, right?
I saw Ma’am Quillao, my English teacher when I was in second year. I remember her when we are competing in our school’s English Week Quiz Bee, when we missed a lot of very easy questions, including a question that we recently studied in our class. The margin between us and the champion was only two points, very narrow. By answering an easy question, we will gain three points, enough to put as to the top of the podium.
This time, she was asking me a favor. “Kenneth!” she called me up. “Sali ka! Impromptu. Dali na! wag ka ng tumanggi” And that’s it! I tried to resist the invitation, for I don’t like impromptu speaking contests. The last time I joined one, I blew it all up! It was such a mess! I don’t speak well; I just have the idea, but not the ability to expound it more. I am a novice! I don’t know anything about it! I will be competing with the best of other schools, whereas here in my own school, I was not able to win! How can I win outside, when the competition is more fierce? Are they joking or what?
February 1, 2009
On Board Bus Number Zero
What a fun day it was! I woke up early, got the wonderful Intrams T-shirt on beaming with a bright blue color. I saw my classmates, waiting for the signal to finally sit on the bus, which will lead us to our destination, the prominent cross on Mt. Samat at Bataan, and the symbol of Mt. Pinatubo’s hellic fury, the lahar-sunken church at Bacolor, Pampanga. I went home with a smile. I learned a lot and went to places I haven’t yet visited.
Well, how I wish it really was like that. That day was a tragic one. One that if I paint a picture with that, I should have a dozen buckets of every dark color on Earth, for I will recklessly throw all the paint in the canvass, regardless of the size, to make an abstract image of loneliness.
There are lots of things I have to regret for that day. The things that I wish I haven’t done or I haven’t failed to do for that day.
Here are the main facts. February 1 will be our Kaakbay field trip, we will go to Mt. Samat, as I have said earlier, then to the lahar-sunken church on Bacolor. The trip would certainly be educational and fun, and with that fun comes another benefit, some incentives to your grade in Social Studies and in Values Education.
Now, let me take you to the story, of what really happened, and why am I on board “Bus Number Zero”.
The night before, I was typing our stor in Social Studies. It was very long, and still, I have to edit its grammar and style of writing. Along with surfing the Net, the whole process finished at 2:00 am, and I nearly forgot that I have a field trip later. So, I alarmed the cellphone at 5:30 am, with the loudest level turned on. The sound was broken glass.
Before I sleep, I texted (shortcut for ‘sent a text message’) our adviser on Kaakbay, which is the Makabayan group in our school. By the way, Makabayan is a subject comprising of History, Values Education, Home Economics and Computer.
So, I slept. Hours passed and my sleep was empty, no dreams and no disturbances, not until I hear the sound of breaking plates. It is raining kitchenwares on our town, I assume. I woke up, still with uncooperative eyes and unstretched bones, and pressed a button on the cellphone, so it will stop alarming. I pressed stop, not snooze, because I thought that I would rise up now. That was the first thing that I would have to regret.
Mr. Sleep overwhelmed me again and I slept once more. ZZZ… It was empty once more, and the thought that I will be late was out of my mind, except when I wake up. The first thing I saw was the window in front of me. I saw sunlight, blaring strongly on the leaves, still with dewdrops on them. Frantically, I stood up and asked the time.
The time was 8:03 am. Damn! The field trip would zoom on at 8:00 am.! With the jeep at scarcity, with the time running and with the location of our home, some 10 kilometers away from the school, I quickly searched for the letter to know what will I wear. It was Intrams T-shirt. I hurriedly grabbed the said T-shirt, wore it while going to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and thought that I will not take a bath for this trip. I asked for some money from my mother and it is a good thing she reacted fast.
Right then, I’m just hoping for Filipino time to take its toll. I wish that the trip would be delayed for more than an hour so that I can catch up with them.
I went down, walking slowly. Running is not a thing to do when riding a jeep at Clark, for they pass by only once every 15-45 minutes. After that long walk, still no jeepney was in sight. Hope was slowly ticking out. Finally, and so unexpectedly, one jeepney came, a waiting quite short for this time. It took me only three minutes.
The time now was 8:12am, and the jeep that I board on was hell slow! You know, majority of jeepney drivers are so money-oriented, that they would drive slowly, if no other competitor jeepneys are behind, just to get their vehicle full of commuters and their wallets full of money.
The jeepney, to my despair, rotated again on the housing village to fetch more commuters. And to his despair, which I guess was brought by karma, he got no commuters and he just wasted gasoline! But again, to more of my disappointment, he drove slowly and took the long cut where he expects more commuters wait.
Again, karma was sitting right beside him and he got no riders. What a waste of precious time! Finally, when the places were commuters usually wait ran out, the jeepney rammed up to its full speed. I was so delighted! I see hope coming right back to me. But still, I have this nervousness on me. I’m afraid that I may not catch the last bus and that I might be seated on Bus Number Zero.
At last, the vehicle reached Main Gate and I hastily ran to the next jeepney. The jeep, thankfully, was fast to be filled. In no time, the jeepney ran. The jeep was at first slow, because he is counting the change that he will pass on at the back. When his accounting job was finished, the jeep zoomed up and after 4 minutes venturing around the traffic, at 8:32 am, I saw many buses. My smile touched my ears at that time! When the jeepney was nearing the church, the place where we are supposed to meet, I saw one of the several buses there, full of seniors and freshmen, going away.
“I would be there,” I thought to myself.
But when I went down, I realized a terrible reality. That that was the last bus filled with high school students. The other buses are empty, and a small group of college students are waiting. I guess the buses are for them. But then, the clock is ticking, I need to run for the last bus! I saw their sleeves, peeking outside the window. The sleeves were seemingly looking at me, laughing at me. I was not able to run, I hesitated. It was traffic out there, but the traffic didn’t take long. If only I have run on the instance I stepped my foot on the cement, I would have caught them. I was slow. My thinking was strong, but not fast. I was so destroyed! I was so near! I was only a minute late, 30 seconds late! I should have caught them!
“If only I didn’t press the stop button but the snooze, if only I have woke up at the instance the cellphone alarmed, if only the jeep didn’t rotated again to get many commuters, if only the jeep drove fast, if only the driver did his accounting job more faster, I guess I would have reached them on time; I would be them climbing in Mt. Samat.” I said.
That was sad, hope pulverized on the wind, carrying them on all four directions. I was so sad, sadder than anyone else. As I saw the wheels of the bus frictionizing the old asphalt road, I’m thinking of catching them, but running would be a futile effort. The cheers of the passengers were screaming in my ears, making me jealous of what they will have to see. I should also see that, but thanks to my punctuality, I can’t. The wind was blowing again, but I know that the wind was stronger if I were to sit near the bus window. I wish to eat, but I don’t like. I guess it would be more nice to eat with your classmates in the bus.
As I commute back home, I am imagining them having fun. From the bus, up to Mt. Samat and down to their homes. And me, guess what, I’m on board Bus Number Zero. It is not moving and I’m stucked. The only way I’m going to is sadness.
“I should be there. I should!” I keep reminding myself. I’m reminding myself of the mistakes I’ve done for that day. It was sad, I know, but it is part of history.
The next day, what a fun day it will be! I woke up early, got the white t-shirt on beaming with a face with some words written on it. I saw my classmates on thir Friendster profiles, and I’m waiting for the time to tick at 8:00am, the time in which I’ll finally eat my breakfast. I’ll go to my classmate’s house to finish a project. I will go home with a smile. I learned a lot and finished the project that seems to be impossible.
“Life’s only bus is Bus Number Zero. It’s up to you whether you’ll suffer walking everyday to wherever you’re life is going to, or get used to the bumpy and curly roads taken by that bus. Every destination is partnered with a bumpy road. There is no easy way to get to anywhere but failure.”
Well, how I wish it really was like that. That day was a tragic one. One that if I paint a picture with that, I should have a dozen buckets of every dark color on Earth, for I will recklessly throw all the paint in the canvass, regardless of the size, to make an abstract image of loneliness.
There are lots of things I have to regret for that day. The things that I wish I haven’t done or I haven’t failed to do for that day.
Here are the main facts. February 1 will be our Kaakbay field trip, we will go to Mt. Samat, as I have said earlier, then to the lahar-sunken church on Bacolor. The trip would certainly be educational and fun, and with that fun comes another benefit, some incentives to your grade in Social Studies and in Values Education.
Now, let me take you to the story, of what really happened, and why am I on board “Bus Number Zero”.
The night before, I was typing our stor in Social Studies. It was very long, and still, I have to edit its grammar and style of writing. Along with surfing the Net, the whole process finished at 2:00 am, and I nearly forgot that I have a field trip later. So, I alarmed the cellphone at 5:30 am, with the loudest level turned on. The sound was broken glass.
Before I sleep, I texted (shortcut for ‘sent a text message’) our adviser on Kaakbay, which is the Makabayan group in our school. By the way, Makabayan is a subject comprising of History, Values Education, Home Economics and Computer.
So, I slept. Hours passed and my sleep was empty, no dreams and no disturbances, not until I hear the sound of breaking plates. It is raining kitchenwares on our town, I assume. I woke up, still with uncooperative eyes and unstretched bones, and pressed a button on the cellphone, so it will stop alarming. I pressed stop, not snooze, because I thought that I would rise up now. That was the first thing that I would have to regret.
Mr. Sleep overwhelmed me again and I slept once more. ZZZ… It was empty once more, and the thought that I will be late was out of my mind, except when I wake up. The first thing I saw was the window in front of me. I saw sunlight, blaring strongly on the leaves, still with dewdrops on them. Frantically, I stood up and asked the time.
The time was 8:03 am. Damn! The field trip would zoom on at 8:00 am.! With the jeep at scarcity, with the time running and with the location of our home, some 10 kilometers away from the school, I quickly searched for the letter to know what will I wear. It was Intrams T-shirt. I hurriedly grabbed the said T-shirt, wore it while going to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and thought that I will not take a bath for this trip. I asked for some money from my mother and it is a good thing she reacted fast.
Right then, I’m just hoping for Filipino time to take its toll. I wish that the trip would be delayed for more than an hour so that I can catch up with them.
I went down, walking slowly. Running is not a thing to do when riding a jeep at Clark, for they pass by only once every 15-45 minutes. After that long walk, still no jeepney was in sight. Hope was slowly ticking out. Finally, and so unexpectedly, one jeepney came, a waiting quite short for this time. It took me only three minutes.
The time now was 8:12am, and the jeep that I board on was hell slow! You know, majority of jeepney drivers are so money-oriented, that they would drive slowly, if no other competitor jeepneys are behind, just to get their vehicle full of commuters and their wallets full of money.
The jeepney, to my despair, rotated again on the housing village to fetch more commuters. And to his despair, which I guess was brought by karma, he got no commuters and he just wasted gasoline! But again, to more of my disappointment, he drove slowly and took the long cut where he expects more commuters wait.
Again, karma was sitting right beside him and he got no riders. What a waste of precious time! Finally, when the places were commuters usually wait ran out, the jeepney rammed up to its full speed. I was so delighted! I see hope coming right back to me. But still, I have this nervousness on me. I’m afraid that I may not catch the last bus and that I might be seated on Bus Number Zero.
At last, the vehicle reached Main Gate and I hastily ran to the next jeepney. The jeep, thankfully, was fast to be filled. In no time, the jeepney ran. The jeep was at first slow, because he is counting the change that he will pass on at the back. When his accounting job was finished, the jeep zoomed up and after 4 minutes venturing around the traffic, at 8:32 am, I saw many buses. My smile touched my ears at that time! When the jeepney was nearing the church, the place where we are supposed to meet, I saw one of the several buses there, full of seniors and freshmen, going away.
“I would be there,” I thought to myself.
But when I went down, I realized a terrible reality. That that was the last bus filled with high school students. The other buses are empty, and a small group of college students are waiting. I guess the buses are for them. But then, the clock is ticking, I need to run for the last bus! I saw their sleeves, peeking outside the window. The sleeves were seemingly looking at me, laughing at me. I was not able to run, I hesitated. It was traffic out there, but the traffic didn’t take long. If only I have run on the instance I stepped my foot on the cement, I would have caught them. I was slow. My thinking was strong, but not fast. I was so destroyed! I was so near! I was only a minute late, 30 seconds late! I should have caught them!
“If only I didn’t press the stop button but the snooze, if only I have woke up at the instance the cellphone alarmed, if only the jeep didn’t rotated again to get many commuters, if only the jeep drove fast, if only the driver did his accounting job more faster, I guess I would have reached them on time; I would be them climbing in Mt. Samat.” I said.
That was sad, hope pulverized on the wind, carrying them on all four directions. I was so sad, sadder than anyone else. As I saw the wheels of the bus frictionizing the old asphalt road, I’m thinking of catching them, but running would be a futile effort. The cheers of the passengers were screaming in my ears, making me jealous of what they will have to see. I should also see that, but thanks to my punctuality, I can’t. The wind was blowing again, but I know that the wind was stronger if I were to sit near the bus window. I wish to eat, but I don’t like. I guess it would be more nice to eat with your classmates in the bus.
As I commute back home, I am imagining them having fun. From the bus, up to Mt. Samat and down to their homes. And me, guess what, I’m on board Bus Number Zero. It is not moving and I’m stucked. The only way I’m going to is sadness.
“I should be there. I should!” I keep reminding myself. I’m reminding myself of the mistakes I’ve done for that day. It was sad, I know, but it is part of history.
The next day, what a fun day it will be! I woke up early, got the white t-shirt on beaming with a face with some words written on it. I saw my classmates on thir Friendster profiles, and I’m waiting for the time to tick at 8:00am, the time in which I’ll finally eat my breakfast. I’ll go to my classmate’s house to finish a project. I will go home with a smile. I learned a lot and finished the project that seems to be impossible.
“Life’s only bus is Bus Number Zero. It’s up to you whether you’ll suffer walking everyday to wherever you’re life is going to, or get used to the bumpy and curly roads taken by that bus. Every destination is partnered with a bumpy road. There is no easy way to get to anywhere but failure.”
Student Life
I’m in seven organizations, and in six of them, I was an officer. I am a candidate for first honors in our class, and it surely gives me a lot of headaches at home. I keep my outgoing personality. I hang out with friends and I never miss a week in fastfood chains or minifood stalls with my classmates. At home, as a socially active person, I find time to surf the Net, e-mail m friends, drop some testimonials on my classmate’s profile and read the daily blog of my friends.
This February 6, our Student Body Organization, is organizing a Battle of the Bands. It is an audacious attempt to raise funds for the programs next school year. I am an SBO Officer, a vice-president, and I shall handle the same responsibility as the president does. I can’t let the president do the whole job alone. If there’s someone to help her, it rightfully should be me.
As a KAAKBAY officer (Kabataang Aakay sa Bayan, the official Makabayan Club of our school), I should join our upcoming field trip / educational trip. I am required to participate in the tree-planting activities, gift-giving projects and other tours that the will do.
Meanwhile, our Campus Quiz Circle, which includes me, is getting busy these months. Contests have been constantly popping out at a rate of two instances a week. We should review, for we don’t want to put ourselves on the bottom half of the rankings. The quiz bees generally cover all academic subjects except the subject Filipino. Everything should be reviewed in time.
The Windchime, the Drum and Lyre Band of our school, is joining the annual parade at Barangay Lourdes North West, Angeles City, the place of our principal. We haven’t decided on our piece yet, and after the decision, we still have to discover the notes by ear. It would be on next week. February 2.
Inside our classroom, anticipation is growing for our adviser’s birthday is coming up. The date is February 5, and to tell you, it has been a tradition in our school that all advisory classes should sponsor a Party for their adviser, whether the like it or not. This is especially true on first sections, where everything they do is a statement of who they are.
Projects are also piling up, building a Mount Everest that keeps blocking the energizing sunlight from reaching me. I am blocked by the shadow of despair and fatigue. We will have our 20-person role play by the first week of February about the life during the Medieval Times. Their efforts would be astronomical, as costumes, make-ups, acting, commuting fare and quality time would be spent.
Also, there is this Filipino project. This one, we are required to make an album about all the characters in Jose Rizal’s unrivaled novel, Noli Me Tangere. There are 35 plus characters on that novel, and 15 plus more extra characters. If we were to include all of them, it would take us more than two weeks to do it. Not to mention the planning, the collection payments and the purchasing of materials. The album will be passed this week.
Our English teacher requires us to pass a music video, which was generated by a “trip” of our classmates who made fantastic a music video singing a popular song by Leona Lewis. I wonder why our teacher chose that, for it was so bizarre to think off and very difficult to make. From the planning, to the concepts, to the roles, to the costumes, to the venue, to the practice, to the choreography, to the shoot, to the copying, to the editing and to the saving, it would take a whole generation to finish it!
She also requires us for our whole section to pass a yearbook. And sine I am the class president, I am obliged to carry out the meetings and to direct my classmates on making it. I attended a leadership seminar, but still, you can’t learn all the essential leadership skills in a week’s time! Leadership is a hard task, and taking it is like saying can jump off a 200-foot cliff with a rocky bottom.
Well, that’s what defines school life, a hectic world of problems balanced with a carefree side of life. AS difficult as it is, this obstacles in school life will prepare for the larger challenges that the working life has to offer. There, they are much stricter when it comes to deadlines for it is money that we are talking about, not just about grades.
I’m in seven organizations, and in six of them, I was an officer. I am a candidate for first honors in our class, and it surely gives me a lot of headaches at home. I keep my outgoing personality. I hang out with friends and I never miss a week in fastfood chains or minifood stalls with my classmates. At home, as a socially active person, I find time to surf the Net, e-mail m friends, drop some testimonials on my classmate’s profile and read the daily blog of my friends.
This February 6, our Student Body Organization, is organizing a Battle of the Bands. It is an audacious attempt to raise funds for the programs next school year. I am an SBO Officer, a vice-president, and I shall handle the same responsibility as the president does. I can’t let the president do the whole job alone. If there’s someone to help her, it rightfully should be me.
As a KAAKBAY officer (Kabataang Aakay sa Bayan, the official Makabayan Club of our school), I should join our upcoming field trip / educational trip. I am required to participate in the tree-planting activities, gift-giving projects and other tours that the will do.
Meanwhile, our Campus Quiz Circle, which includes me, is getting busy these months. Contests have been constantly popping out at a rate of two instances a week. We should review, for we don’t want to put ourselves on the bottom half of the rankings. The quiz bees generally cover all academic subjects except the subject Filipino. Everything should be reviewed in time.
The Windchime, the Drum and Lyre Band of our school, is joining the annual parade at Barangay Lourdes North West, Angeles City, the place of our principal. We haven’t decided on our piece yet, and after the decision, we still have to discover the notes by ear. It would be on next week. February 2.
Inside our classroom, anticipation is growing for our adviser’s birthday is coming up. The date is February 5, and to tell you, it has been a tradition in our school that all advisory classes should sponsor a Party for their adviser, whether the like it or not. This is especially true on first sections, where everything they do is a statement of who they are.
Projects are also piling up, building a Mount Everest that keeps blocking the energizing sunlight from reaching me. I am blocked by the shadow of despair and fatigue. We will have our 20-person role play by the first week of February about the life during the Medieval Times. Their efforts would be astronomical, as costumes, make-ups, acting, commuting fare and quality time would be spent.
Also, there is this Filipino project. This one, we are required to make an album about all the characters in Jose Rizal’s unrivaled novel, Noli Me Tangere. There are 35 plus characters on that novel, and 15 plus more extra characters. If we were to include all of them, it would take us more than two weeks to do it. Not to mention the planning, the collection payments and the purchasing of materials. The album will be passed this week.
Our English teacher requires us to pass a music video, which was generated by a “trip” of our classmates who made fantastic a music video singing a popular song by Leona Lewis. I wonder why our teacher chose that, for it was so bizarre to think off and very difficult to make. From the planning, to the concepts, to the roles, to the costumes, to the venue, to the practice, to the choreography, to the shoot, to the copying, to the editing and to the saving, it would take a whole generation to finish it!
She also requires us for our whole section to pass a yearbook. And sine I am the class president, I am obliged to carry out the meetings and to direct my classmates on making it. I attended a leadership seminar, but still, you can’t learn all the essential leadership skills in a week’s time! Leadership is a hard task, and taking it is like saying can jump off a 200-foot cliff with a rocky bottom.
Well, that’s what defines school life, a hectic world of problems balanced with a carefree side of life. AS difficult as it is, these obstacles in school life will prepare us for the larger challenges that the working life has to offer. There, they are much stricter when it comes to deadlines for it is money that we are talking about, not just about grades.
Still, being rushed with school works really helps. Haha.
This February 6, our Student Body Organization, is organizing a Battle of the Bands. It is an audacious attempt to raise funds for the programs next school year. I am an SBO Officer, a vice-president, and I shall handle the same responsibility as the president does. I can’t let the president do the whole job alone. If there’s someone to help her, it rightfully should be me.
As a KAAKBAY officer (Kabataang Aakay sa Bayan, the official Makabayan Club of our school), I should join our upcoming field trip / educational trip. I am required to participate in the tree-planting activities, gift-giving projects and other tours that the will do.
Meanwhile, our Campus Quiz Circle, which includes me, is getting busy these months. Contests have been constantly popping out at a rate of two instances a week. We should review, for we don’t want to put ourselves on the bottom half of the rankings. The quiz bees generally cover all academic subjects except the subject Filipino. Everything should be reviewed in time.
The Windchime, the Drum and Lyre Band of our school, is joining the annual parade at Barangay Lourdes North West, Angeles City, the place of our principal. We haven’t decided on our piece yet, and after the decision, we still have to discover the notes by ear. It would be on next week. February 2.
Inside our classroom, anticipation is growing for our adviser’s birthday is coming up. The date is February 5, and to tell you, it has been a tradition in our school that all advisory classes should sponsor a Party for their adviser, whether the like it or not. This is especially true on first sections, where everything they do is a statement of who they are.
Projects are also piling up, building a Mount Everest that keeps blocking the energizing sunlight from reaching me. I am blocked by the shadow of despair and fatigue. We will have our 20-person role play by the first week of February about the life during the Medieval Times. Their efforts would be astronomical, as costumes, make-ups, acting, commuting fare and quality time would be spent.
Also, there is this Filipino project. This one, we are required to make an album about all the characters in Jose Rizal’s unrivaled novel, Noli Me Tangere. There are 35 plus characters on that novel, and 15 plus more extra characters. If we were to include all of them, it would take us more than two weeks to do it. Not to mention the planning, the collection payments and the purchasing of materials. The album will be passed this week.
Our English teacher requires us to pass a music video, which was generated by a “trip” of our classmates who made fantastic a music video singing a popular song by Leona Lewis. I wonder why our teacher chose that, for it was so bizarre to think off and very difficult to make. From the planning, to the concepts, to the roles, to the costumes, to the venue, to the practice, to the choreography, to the shoot, to the copying, to the editing and to the saving, it would take a whole generation to finish it!
She also requires us for our whole section to pass a yearbook. And sine I am the class president, I am obliged to carry out the meetings and to direct my classmates on making it. I attended a leadership seminar, but still, you can’t learn all the essential leadership skills in a week’s time! Leadership is a hard task, and taking it is like saying can jump off a 200-foot cliff with a rocky bottom.
Well, that’s what defines school life, a hectic world of problems balanced with a carefree side of life. AS difficult as it is, this obstacles in school life will prepare for the larger challenges that the working life has to offer. There, they are much stricter when it comes to deadlines for it is money that we are talking about, not just about grades.
I’m in seven organizations, and in six of them, I was an officer. I am a candidate for first honors in our class, and it surely gives me a lot of headaches at home. I keep my outgoing personality. I hang out with friends and I never miss a week in fastfood chains or minifood stalls with my classmates. At home, as a socially active person, I find time to surf the Net, e-mail m friends, drop some testimonials on my classmate’s profile and read the daily blog of my friends.
This February 6, our Student Body Organization, is organizing a Battle of the Bands. It is an audacious attempt to raise funds for the programs next school year. I am an SBO Officer, a vice-president, and I shall handle the same responsibility as the president does. I can’t let the president do the whole job alone. If there’s someone to help her, it rightfully should be me.
As a KAAKBAY officer (Kabataang Aakay sa Bayan, the official Makabayan Club of our school), I should join our upcoming field trip / educational trip. I am required to participate in the tree-planting activities, gift-giving projects and other tours that the will do.
Meanwhile, our Campus Quiz Circle, which includes me, is getting busy these months. Contests have been constantly popping out at a rate of two instances a week. We should review, for we don’t want to put ourselves on the bottom half of the rankings. The quiz bees generally cover all academic subjects except the subject Filipino. Everything should be reviewed in time.
The Windchime, the Drum and Lyre Band of our school, is joining the annual parade at Barangay Lourdes North West, Angeles City, the place of our principal. We haven’t decided on our piece yet, and after the decision, we still have to discover the notes by ear. It would be on next week. February 2.
Inside our classroom, anticipation is growing for our adviser’s birthday is coming up. The date is February 5, and to tell you, it has been a tradition in our school that all advisory classes should sponsor a Party for their adviser, whether the like it or not. This is especially true on first sections, where everything they do is a statement of who they are.
Projects are also piling up, building a Mount Everest that keeps blocking the energizing sunlight from reaching me. I am blocked by the shadow of despair and fatigue. We will have our 20-person role play by the first week of February about the life during the Medieval Times. Their efforts would be astronomical, as costumes, make-ups, acting, commuting fare and quality time would be spent.
Also, there is this Filipino project. This one, we are required to make an album about all the characters in Jose Rizal’s unrivaled novel, Noli Me Tangere. There are 35 plus characters on that novel, and 15 plus more extra characters. If we were to include all of them, it would take us more than two weeks to do it. Not to mention the planning, the collection payments and the purchasing of materials. The album will be passed this week.
Our English teacher requires us to pass a music video, which was generated by a “trip” of our classmates who made fantastic a music video singing a popular song by Leona Lewis. I wonder why our teacher chose that, for it was so bizarre to think off and very difficult to make. From the planning, to the concepts, to the roles, to the costumes, to the venue, to the practice, to the choreography, to the shoot, to the copying, to the editing and to the saving, it would take a whole generation to finish it!
She also requires us for our whole section to pass a yearbook. And sine I am the class president, I am obliged to carry out the meetings and to direct my classmates on making it. I attended a leadership seminar, but still, you can’t learn all the essential leadership skills in a week’s time! Leadership is a hard task, and taking it is like saying can jump off a 200-foot cliff with a rocky bottom.
Well, that’s what defines school life, a hectic world of problems balanced with a carefree side of life. AS difficult as it is, these obstacles in school life will prepare us for the larger challenges that the working life has to offer. There, they are much stricter when it comes to deadlines for it is money that we are talking about, not just about grades.
Still, being rushed with school works really helps. Haha.
My first entry
Hello world. Well, I guess I am now a blogger, ay? Hehe..
that's all, hehe. I think is blogging is nice. So, I chose to try it here.
Here I am, blogging now. Saying all my sentiments, thoughts and experiences all in one webpage.
that's all, hehe. I think is blogging is nice. So, I chose to try it here.
Here I am, blogging now. Saying all my sentiments, thoughts and experiences all in one webpage.
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