Books Snatchers

               

                 A High School Student like us is too lazy to take care of our books. When we are tired of bringing our books at home, we might throw our books in our lockers or scatter them everywhere. But, there is always a big but, we have no locks on our lockers. We are always quite sure that nobody will steal our books because we have our names on it. They have their own books too.

                Unfortunately there has been a huge problem in the classroom. One of our classmates is stealing books. It all started on the 3^rd week of class maybe when some of our classmates (including me) lost our E-math books (Intermediate Algebra). I just put my book on the top of my armchair and after I came back, Poof! Both my E-math books are gone. And that day was the day before exams. I don’t know what to do. I searched all the areas in the classroom, all the possible areas wherein you can hide things but nothing. Is that even possible? Then after exam I saw my book at the top of the locker.

                I also remembered when Thania lost her Filipino book. The first time I saw her about to cry, her cheeks red and her eyes teary. Then after minutes of searching she found her Filipino book in the bag of one of our classmates.

                 Let us make a blind item on this. So let me describe this classmate of ours, he’s a “he”. Quite Intelligent, quite poor in academics. He is really friendly.

                Next scene is when Angelica lost her Biology book or E-Math (Intermediate Algebra) book. Then after a week of searching someone gave it back again.

                A blind item for this, he’s a “he” also. He’s so socialized.
                Almost half of the class had lost their books. And the one of the books that they lost is the E-Math (Intermediate Algebra) book.

                Another blind item for this? Maybe the snatcher is poor in Math. Or maybe the snatcher is really good in Math that this person won’t share his/her intelligence. Just kidding.

                Lucky for those that have locks in their lockers, those that carry their books everyday and those that are really careful and sensitive of their books they haven’t been a victim of this kind of snatchers.

The blind items that I mentioned please stop your madness; you have been bringing great chaos in the classroom, same as giving us red marks on our cards.

               

The Perfect Jeans

            First and for most I HATE WEARING JEANS. My classmates would always tell me to wear some but I always hesitate. Jeans are like wands like those in the Harry Potter movies. Where the wand chooses its owner. Well when you take a look at me, it seems that I haven't owned any Jeans yet. Instead of wearing Jeans in school, I always wear "long shorts" or "kapre pants".
            Second is that chubby people like me are not bagay in wearing pants. They are tight, and really hot. If you ask me how I feel upon wearing it? I would say it was the ugliest thing I've ever done.
            My Dad sometimes won't allow me to buy one pair of jeans. He would always buy me t-shirts and usually shorts. I have 15 pairs of shorts but only got 1 pair of pants. Really embarrassing.
            I may have loved wearing shorts but I have sometimes insecurities among my fat cousins. They are fat okay, fatter than me. The jeans perfectly fits their legs and the length also. I have tried lots and lots of jeans unfortunately I haven't found the perfect one.
           This is what I experienced on my first year high school life. But lately this 2012 I had my New Year's Resolution. It is to wear jeans this 2nd year.
           When the I stepped in my 2nd year life I still haven't bought any jeans. I was telling my classmates I bought some but I haven't actually. The first activity in the University was Hinirugyaw and I was on of the street dancers. I thought that we would wear shorts but one of the 4th Year said we will wear black pants. I have three problems during the announcement 1st was that I haven't bought any jeans yet, 2nd is that the next day is our performance day and the 3rd is "Should I buy now?".
            After the practice I asked my Dad to buy me some. He said Yes. I was filled with enthusiast. So we went to SM and I tried lots of jeans. I was searching for that black perfect one. After hours of searching I have found it!
            When the day of the performance came, I was really confident. The way I look in my perfect pants. Upon my classmates saw they were really really happy.
             And yes! I already found the perfect jeans for me.

  










This were the pictures where I first wore my jeans during Hirinugyaw 2012.   

Two Hours of tears

         We had an assignment in Values Education. It was to make a heart out of construction paper, punch a hole at the middle of the heart, put a string in it and write your name on the heart. In that way it may look like a necklace. I was thinking of what extraordinary thing might Sir Obed (our Val. Ed. Teacher) want us to do. So yeah, I was trying to make a heart as perfect as can be.
         When I woke-up this morning it was raining, I was not planning not to put the heart in my bag or else it will fold or crumple. Unluckily, I did stuff the heart in my bag and went to school because I thought I was late.
         As I arrived school all of my classmates are at the canteen waiting for the TPF building to open. I was really, really wet. I opened my bag and saw my heart a little bit wet, I let it out and dried it.
          The activity that Sir Obed launched is not an ordinary activity but he told us that this activity is a culminating activity wherein all the lessons that we learned in our Values Ed. this 2012-2013. That means within our 2nd year life.
           But first we must show something in front of the whole class (by group) a simple presentation about what we learned the whole year. Our group chose TIME. We made a poem. It indicated the months and with this months (June-March) we included the important activities that happened.
           After the presentation Sir Obed told us to wear our heart necklace and instead of wearing it in front we will wear it backwards. Then the first group must bring chairs in front and make a circle. We will write our insights, our words, dedications for them. As I begin writing on one of my classmate's heart, they begin crying. I was thinking why would they cry? I mean, the ballpen is probably tingling.
          When Sir Obed called our group. It is our turn to sit infront. As I sat down, I was kind of feeling scared I don't know why. There are a lot of things in my mind.That was when I felt a ballpen tickling my back. The ballpen was tingling through my veins, through my spine and I can't explain the feeling. I begun to cry. I was really emotional. A mixture of both sadness and happiness. Then some of some my classmates may whisper to my ear, some may kiss me, and some may hug me before writing.
         After the writing part, Sir Obed told us to read it. I was not ready. I took a small look at it and it was filled with words. I begun to read each letter and tears fell down my cheeks.
         I was not only the one crying but I think all of us. This was one of the most memorable day of my whole 2nd year life. Since that this has been the last Values Ed. class. Within this 2 hours it surely touched our hearts. Within this 2 hours we can't help ourselves but we all cried a lot. Within this 2 hours it made our a bond much more stronger. We all felt the spirit of love and friendship. And maybe when we stepped onto a different level this year maybe we can mesmerize or perhaps look back into the past.
         I just wanted to say Thank You to Sir Obed and the whole Batch Dos Mil Kinse. :))

         
      







This was my heart. It looked kind of trashy after the writing part. 












This what we looked like after crying.     

Supposed to be lying under a coffin.

          Standing in front of the mirror, is somehow being a habit of everyone. Then we might just question ourselves "Is there something in the past that we should know?". Actually I was asking myself that same question every day. 
        My Family and I went to Cabatuan last week. We are going to a party wherein everybody is invited. I had fun, I ate a lot, I enjoyed every minute with all my cousins when my Dad called me. He introduced to me a "sikad driver" and said "Ate ito siya ang sumagip sa iyo nung baby ka pa". My jaw just dropped, My eyes widened and my mind full of questions. I just heard the word "sumagip" that means I was being saved by a "sikad driver". What is happening? Is all I can ask.
      When we went home I asked my Mom what tragic moment happened during my childhood life. She then let me sit beside her, then she began to tell the story.
      "You, Me, Your Dad and Your Sister went back here in the Philippines from Qatar. Your Dad is planning to have a huge party, he invited all my Aunts, Uncles and Cousins, his closest friends and all most everyone just to welcome us back. Your Dad and I are really, really busy entertaining guests and visitors. That means there is no one looking after you and your sister. I told your Dad that he should look after you. Your Dad said Yes. Maybe because he forgot about you, he thought you are playing with your cousins. You saw your cousin going outside and you followed her. Your cousin crossed the street and it seems that you are still an amateur you didn't put in mind that children crossing the streets is prohibited. You still followed her. When you're crossing the street there is a huge truck after you. The huge truck was about to hit you. It's a good thing that a "sikad driver" saved you and gave you to your cousin (the one you are following). Your cousin told us everything and I was really angry to your Dad". 
     My Mom paused. I then rushed into the Comfort Room and took a look at myself. I am a very lucky child, if it wasn't for that "sikad driver" I would be dead, lying under a coffin. I then asked myself what would happen to My Mom would she still be angry with my Dad? Would Dad be regretting why he leaved me with my cousins? Would my sister enjoy her life without having me? 
     Every evening when it's bed time I was imagining that my bed would be just like a huge coffin. Where I always remember my childhood. Then being happy for being alive.