Sunday, May 17, 2009

The 2nd Division Win: Part 2

Hey! It's the second part.
Now, where was i?

Oh yeah, about me reading the Journalism book.

For how many days I was in so much thinking, and it was all about news writing. I had surfed the 'information superhighway' and found nothing but sheer blank in my head. I had distressed myself because of this.

The day of the contest had arrived and it was so wicked! I had received special colored papers and stuck them in my pocket. (Evil laugh!) It was our allowance for the whole week. (I won't tell you what had happened with those bills. They certainly are in good purposes. Lol! And i didn't tell my sister, for if she knew, she wouldn't give me my allowance anymore.)

There were seminars before the contest and i think i had learnt more. I took down notes and studied them carefully. Ate Cherry Lou (The 'Ang Daloy' news writer) and I looked for the assigned rooms where we'll have the test. Ah, right. We were also freaking out in finding where to pee. Unfortunately, we found the one with no lock (Haha! I painstakingly watched out for might-enter people. Imagine a door with no lock!...and no water! The school's students provided us with our needs. Such a hospitable place.)

Then with the contest. It was an ordinary one. I thought we would be going to gather information and make the news ourselves but thanks! We were already given facts and we just need them to organize. It isn't necessary to put all the facts on the paper, some of them would be irrelevant. Although, they all seem to be so connected with each other. I've made drafts and reorganized every possible thing to be reorganized.
Whilst i was writing, i can't resist looking and observing at other contestants inside the room. Criticizing? I can't remember if i was. (Woaah! I can't believe i'm so hypercritical!) But i was also praying that time.
  • I'm so tired of typing. I couldn't recall what exactly had happened that time. Can i just proceed with the ending?

  • Wait! I remember something. Okay, i'll continue with the story. But i'll shorten it so it won't be too boring reading.

I've made some friends there, really. Some of them are only short-time. I've also observed the childishness of the Fourth Year students. It had been fun being with them. Their classmates also went and cheered for us during Radio Broadcasting. If you were there, you would really laugh big time!

It was time to award the winners. In each field, there will be 4 to be chosen to compete at the Regionals: Camiguin. Of course, i hoped i would be in. Every spoken name makes my heart pound faster. I had hoped at full length and never to disappoint any of the people who expect something from me. I've got to prove i have learned. Flashbacks come inside my mind as i waited in the noisy auditorium for the expected outcome. I had remembered the mistakes that i''d committed. I may have given my coach a little discouragement by my errors but i didn't stop believing that somehow, i had become someone who is better; someone who has learned from the mistakes. Yes it is true really.

And as the 3rd place of the news writing contest was announced, to my nervousness, ICNHS won it. But wait! There are i guess 3 ICNHS papers who joined. Which/who would become the victor? As the speakers proclaimed with their loud sound waves, i was surprised that my name was clearly pronounced. I had won! I won. I really won. I couldn't believe i'd won.

  • It so cold here. The rain is very heavy. I think it's flooding already. Wait, i'll check outside.

  • To my relief, the water isn't high still.

To everyone's astonishment, the Iligan City National High School first shift emerged victorious among the many schools that competed. Over-all champion. A happy trip we made home was somehow a big medicine to our overwhelmed state. The fourth year students celebrated. They even had pictures with our principal, Mr. Abundio Saavedra, Jr. What a great trophy we had there.

I must have realized that failures aren't that so hard. For all of mistakes became an inspiration and had made me strive to the fullest mind strength i have.

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