June. The school year opening went fine. I knew who my classmates are for this last year and in a way, got disappointed (I’m so sorry guys!). I belonged to section Gonzalez, full of the geniuses and the chulilings of the batch. In a way, I don’t like to be with them because I know I’m not one of them and I know I will never be like them. Thus, my insecurities again! I would admit the fact that I have some insecurities. Insecurities that other people do not know about. Insecurities that shaped me to this kind of person, thus making me who I am. My section is good, I just “thought” I wanted to be with those people who I know I can enjoy with and at the same time, learn with. I was wrong. I was entirely loving the idea of having the dream of having a resectioning and be with those I want to be with. It was in this time I can say that I was dreaming for diamonds when all I know I can get are pebbles. Pebbles, precious as to that of Darna’s!
My section was like that pebble. I knew that I can never be like the geniuses that are present in my section but I know it happened for a reason. I know I was in that section because I know deep inside me that I can have fun with this people and at the same time learn more. It just occurred to me that some of the people in this section are just like me. The funny type, the dead liner type, the love-for-pressure-type but you know what, they are just the milder side of things but nevertheless, we have one common denominator and that’s why I love this section. Lesson number 6: Don’t judge the book by its cover because it might just not open for you. Sometimes you must bask yourself with the things you think are different from your own being. They give you the different taste of life. They break the monotony of your life, thus making it a challenging one, a life worth living.
July invades the year and turn out to be a time to prepare for a competition or let’s just say a rivalry between the two sections, one that did spark something but never made me feel totally in the mood to compete.
August is the time for the Linggo ng Wika and the Seniors were tasked to mount an opening salvo for the week-long celebration based on a conversation between two characters in Jose Rizal’s novel, El Filibusterismo. This is about the development of the Filipino language, its origins and mysteries to be presented in an artistic manner, the ABAKADA .
There were practices, not to mention shelling out of large amounts for the costumes. Whoa, a hassle but indeed something we all liked. There were some misunderstandings, haha, and cat fights between the two sections but still the show moved on.
By the end of the day, the section Tan got majority of the awards. Indeed, their performance, costume, story and everything were quite astounding. Very well planned and very well executed. As for my part (because I was the one who directed our Abakada), it went fine. Everybody (hopefully) did their best. It was indeed a bad start for some but for me it was not a thing to ponder and waste a lot of time thinking of. For me, it was what it was. An opening salvo all through out. It was nothing to me (sorry again!) but for sometime, I realized it was ‘sayang’.
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