March 28, feelings, and Summer

Well, school's over and my summer has begun. I'm not sure on how I feel. I'll actually miss school. It'd be nice to go to school and learn lots of stuff without having tests about them. I mean, I'll just forget the uninteresting things after I take the test and remember only the things that struck me as interesting. Anyway, I would just like to reflect on my first year in a conventional school and High School. It was fun, depressing, awesome, and just like people said High School would be like. It gave me hope, challenges, laughter, tears, and also a chance to get closer to God.
I'd like to thank my best friends there too. If you're reading this, you know who you are. School taught me this: Best friends come in three different ways. Either you consider them as a best friend, but they don't consider you as a best friend, or they consider you as their best friend, but you don't consider them as your best friend, or you both consider each other as best friends. I have experienced all three.
Ok, summer. What will I do??? Of course, there will be times when I get to see my classmates, like in Thirdy R.'s resort. But what about my friends in Grades 5, 6, and 7? I dunno. Facebook, I suppose.
Right. A plan. I need it. Right now, I am cleaning my room and have decided to take a break. When I'm done, I'll do computer and write. Is that how my whole summer will go?!? I suppose so, except in May, where I'll spend three weeks in Cagayan De Oro.
Anyway, like Watson's doctor said, blogging about everything that happens in my life will help. I wonder if that's true. I can try it. But there's also that fact that Watson was from the army, was shot, and lived all alone on an army pension. And I have not experienced, and most certainly do not want to experience, any of those. Oh, well. :D
Ok, I suppose I must go now. So long, peops. :D

High School...

Well, what did I learn from High School? The first thing I learned was that it wasn't what I had expected it to be. But then, everyone says that.
Ok, let's get to the point. I learned that the world won't always like me. Hey, don't worry, I have good stuff that I learned too. Like, I learned how to spell hierarchy and I learned the physical properties of the world and I learned that the square root of 49 is 7 (but I knew that anyway.). Not only that, but I learned what it meant to be perseverant in all things. I also learned how to make TRUE friends in school. I learned that if I can be myself and get the good friends that I have now, then I don't have to change a thing about me to earn those "other people" as my friends. Speaking of being myself, I also learned the real meaning of "Just Be Yourself".
So, to sum it all up, I learned this, and I learned that. I found out what it meant to be this, and I also found out what it meant to be that. I picked up some funny stories on the way, as well as stories that still make my blood boil with anger. It's true when people say that High School is a mix of emotions, and now that the school year is ending, I must say that I've been through all of them.
I'd now like to end my blog saying THANK YOU to all my teachers:
Ms. Layla
Ms. Babette
Ms. Janet
Mr. Ryan
Ms. Germaine
Ms. Cecile
Ms. Katie
Ms. Linny
Coach JC
(occasionally) Coach Kevin

Note: This isn't the end of my blogging, so, if you still want to read, well, you're free to do so! :)

Well, hello, peeps...

I haven't blogged for fun in a long time now. I'm actually online now because it's Prayer and Fasting tomorrow, and I won't be able to go on the computer except for school. It's almost quarter exams, now, and I'm freaking out because of PACEs.
I just had a random thought.... What if the black dot I put on my finger became a real life mole? I made it real big, too. It's so black.... oh well. Rant, rant, rant. Then again, ranting goes with raving, and I am NOT raving.
Oh well, until another day, peeps. :))

How Bullying Affects a Student

Let's see... I can think of many ways of how bullying affects a student. Let me share a few with you. One, when a person is bullied, they will begin to hate. They will first have the tendency to "act cool", you know, as if no one was even talking. Now, that facade may work for a while, but inside, there will be an anger for the bully that will be just bursting to get out. By the end of the school year, the victim will have been eaten up thoroughly by the hatred for the bully, allowing no recompense. And that, my friends is very, very bad.
Before I start on my second point, please allow me to tell you one small fact. Bullying is not just physical and verbal. It can also be when a group of people don't talk to you for some reason. Now let me expound on that. When a group of people don't talk to you, it feels lonely. Harsh. As if you were invisible and unknown. Sometimes it feels ok to have a low profile. Other times, you wish you could find some sort of friendship to ease your dragging schooldays. Not only do you have boring days at school, you also have the fact that no one really knows who you are. And there might be times when you just want to say,"Hey, I exist, look at me for a second!" and then think,"What's the use?" That is what happens to victims of the silent type of bullying. They start thinking that nobody will ever even try to know them, and that they shouldn't even try. (but, you know, that shouldn't mean that you should act as they do. You should still be yourself!)
Now, not only do the victim students get affected. The bullies do too! You know why? Because by bullying others, they begin to degrade themselves, with no respect for self-esteem. They probably don't even know that what they do is leaving a mark on more people than just the victim. That's why Anti-Bullying is for both victims and bullies, because they both get affected.

sembreak..... :|

Sembreak was.... Fun? Great? Wonderful? Maybe. Maybe not. All I can surely say about my sembreak is that I did computer the whole day, chatting with people and playing games. What else can I say? My sister's sembreak was already over, so she was in school. Let's see..... what else happened? I ate, did computer, lay down, did computer, watched TV, and did computer. That's how my life went for one straight week. How nice. :) Is that it? I think so. Hey, I know! The first two days, I finished my PACEs. Woo hoo. Well, at least they're done! That's something to be happy about. Oh well, good-bye. :)))

Teachers' Appreciation Day

Teachers' Appreciation Week was from September 27 to September 30. The first thing our school did to thank and help our teachers was to let students teach their grade and grades lower than them. The kids used their time wisely, every grade had a taste of students teaching them.

            The actual Teachers' Appreciation Day was on September 30. At first it was regular classes, and then at 8:00, all grades were sent down to the Quad for the program. The hosts, Enzo Abaya and Janina Punzalan started it. They called on the teachers, ates, and kuyas for recognition. After that, a group of students sang a song called "The Wind Beneath My Wings". Some kids went to their favorite teachers and hugged them. Then some High Schoolers presented "You Raise Me Up". Done with a piano, violin and a saxophone, it was sweet yet bass.

            When the program was done, the students crowded on the teachers and gave them hugs. Teachers' Appreciation Week was one to be remembered.

Tom the worm, Ralphy the cockroach, and Tom the lizard

First things first. Why do I have two Tom's? Because unlike most people, who have the name Bob the first name that comes to their head, the first name that comes to my head is Tom.
Let's start with Tom the worm. I bought him one Sunday for two pesos. He was meant for fishers. They seemed so cute, so I just had to buy one. So I did and I kept him in a cup. He died that Sunday night. I and my friend, Angel, had a drastic funeral. I think Angel was sleeping over, and my mom and sisters were watching a movie that we weren't able to watch. So we had Tom's funeral. It was wonderfully dramatic. There was a "Bible" and a priest and I would shake Angel's hand going,"I'm sorry about Tom." Next person,"I'm sorry about Tom." and stuff like that. There was even a "Tom was a good worm." and some boo hoo hoos. Then we switched places. We were so "into it" that my sister had to come out from the movie and shush us. :)
Ok, so now I have told you about Tom the worm. Now for Ralphy the cockroach. Well, first I would like to apologize for my unmanly actions that day I met Ralphy, but cockroaches really ick me out. So one day, I was sitting in my bed, when I heard a buzzing noise. I looked around, but the noise had stopped. So I went on doing whatever I was doing. Then I heard the noise again! I detected the sound and found the source. That was the first time I met RALPHY THE COCKROACH. I squealed and jumped in horror. I danced out of the room and closed the door. I grabbed a Baygon that was thankfully nearby and sprayed at the horror, only to find out that it was empty. I squealed again and called frantically for my dad, who was coming out of my parent's room. He grabbed a slipper sole (though how a slipper sole was lying around without a slipper escapes my knowledge) and stunned the cockroach. Then he sent me to get a new Baygon that was hiding in the bathroom and then he over-killed the poor thing, spraying it four times. Ralphy died on my floor beside my closet. I decided to be lazy and wait for someone to clean it up. So Ralphy stayed in my room for a week. Mom wondered aloud about sweeping him, but I got an idea on the spur of the moment (I had gotten attached to Ralphy, see and I couldn't bear not seeing him.). I told mom to please not sweep Ralphy away. Mom was shocked that I had named the cockroach, but she didn't sweep him, at least. Another week went by. And another. Then it came to the point where some old friends came to our house and I had to sweep Ralphy away. So I mournfully got the broom and swept him away.... it was hard, yo! His parts kept on falling apart and getting stuck in the broom! I finally got Ralphy's six parts to the trash can and threw him inside. Sad. RIP Ralphy, RIP.
Tom the Lizard will get a very short paragraph. He was simply a dead lizard I found on our steps one day. I named him Tom (so that Mom wouldn't throw him away.), and watched his progress in becoming a skeleton. Then, around three days after I saw him, he was gone! I think the wind blew his skeletal remains away. But you know what, there were still bits of skin on him, so I should say bitty skeletal remains or something...... :)