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Monday, November 29, 2010

Impact of Divine Comedy

Informal Theme # 4

Blog # 4

               The Divine Comedy (La Divina Comedia) is an epic poem written by Dante Alighieri between 1308 and his death in 1321. It is widely considered the preeminent work of Italian literature, and is seen as one of the greatest works of world literature.
               Upon reading the book, it really made an impact in my life. Imagining every circles of hell in Inferno, I was really nervous of what will happen to me in afterlife. I began thinking of what circle will I belong. Any of those punishments in every circle is not what I wanted to experience. Boiling in the river of blood, walking with your head twisted 180 degrees, running continuously on the burning sand, freezing in ice, feeded by Harpies, and many more. I began to get nervous while reading this. What if it's true? That's what I thought. But I told myself, "No, It's just a story." 
               In Purgatorio, I felt the same but not as nervous as I was reading the Inferno. In Paradiso, I gained hope. I told myself that I'll begin to do good things for me not to be sent in Inferno. By this, I can say that Dante accomplished his goal to make his novel very memorable to readers.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

CNSHSian girls to preserve feminity

Informal Theme # 3

Blog # 3

                With the theme, "Empowering Girls Make a Difference", Cavite National Science High School  (CNSHS) launched its Girl Scouts of the Philippines (GSP) Camp inside the campus, starting from 8:00 am of Nov. 4 to 11:00 am of Nov. 5.
                   All girl scouts of CNSHS are required to join and participate in the said activity. This activity served as a fund-raising project of the Girl Scouts for the development of the school.
                  The activity includes fun games, orienteering, poster-making and essay writing. Also, a campfire was lighted at night while the girls were performing their skit, jingle, and interpretative dance presentations.
                   Furthermore, everybody was expecting to have a camp again next year but, that time, outside the campus.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

A Memorable Semestrial Break... at last!

Informal Theme # 2

Blog # 2

               Some people come into our life but quickly go...but we can say that they still left footprints in our hearts.
              Before the semestrial break, I wasn't excited because I was thinking that I would not enjoy it because we will go to Alfonso, Cavite to have our training for the Regional Schools Press Conference. 
               Sem break came. I, together with the other RSPC Qualifiers and Ms. Elenor Alcantara, got ready for it. We waited for our hired van at school. While we're on our way to Alfonso, sad thoughts came circling in my mind. "How will I enjoy my stay without my schoolmates?", "Will I be able to understand the discussions?", "Will my co-copyreaders welcome me there?", "Will I gain friends". That time, I began to think of what to do.
               Whenever we drop my schoolmates in their respective rooms, I felt sadness. I wanted to be with them. When I reached the room allotted for the copyreaders, I felt nervous because their faces were telling me that they were very excellent in copyreading. There, I met our facilitators, Ma'am Zeny and Sir Dom. At first, they told us to say a brief information about ourselves...I did it even though I was too shy to speak.
               Then, our morning sessions began...and...WHAT AN ACHIEVEMENT! My very first headline was chosen as the best headline fitted for the news we edited. At that time, I was very proud of myself.
               Those days, I met new friends. I would like to mention their names because they became a part of my life. Ate Trixie, the cheerful lady, Ate Jem, the cute and lovable one, Kuya Allan, the smart and kind boy, Carlo, the most intelligent there...for me, Aneliese, the prettiest girl there,with a Korean-like eyes, Mays, the silent but intelligent girl, Carla, the girl who has a wonderful headline vocabulary, Neryll, the emotional one...:), Kuya Donn, the nicest boy, Sheila, the smallest and the naughtiest, Ate Francheska, the nerd..:), Jayvee, the naughty and cheerful girl, and Ate Colette, the first one I met.
               Days passed by, I began to learn to speak up for myself. There, I started to enjoy my stay. My co-copyreaders wanted me to tell ghost stories and so I did. After all the hardwork, it was now the last day. But, I don't want to leave them. I don't want to go home. I want to be with them the rest of my lives because with them, I found my true happiness...and that is...being with true friends. That moment, our facilitators told us to give a farewell message for all. Every message sank into my mind. I couldn't forget them. When it was already my turn to deliver my message, my tears fell down automatically... I couldn't speak. I was to emotional to let my voice out. There, they told me to sit down and just deliver my message during the RSPC.
               After that, we practicced our yell for the parade that will be held during the RSPC. Then we went home. But, while on our way home, we're texting each other because we missed them already.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

The Mysterious Face

 Third Quarter
Informal Theme # 1

Blog # 1
               This experience somewhat frightened me because it was my very first time seeing that kind of thing. I wondered where it came from, but I cannot answer my question. Do I need others' help to enlighten my mind? I'm shy... to shy to speak up.
               This happened during the training of RSPC Qualifiers held at Alfonso, Cavite. During the first day, I wasn't speaking because I'm shy. I don't even ask questions if something is not clear to me. 
               During the third day, morning session, I felt my head became heavier as it was before. I don't know...but I think there's something wrong. I began to look around the corners of the small room where we are staying. My heart pounded stronger. I'm nervous. I don't know what to do. I'm not comfortable.
               My eyes started to focus on the blackboard where our outputs where written. I was startled to see a face... a face that looks like the faces of the angel figurines with a blonde hair... normal-sized, like a person's... a face bulging on the blackboard  trying to get out of it. Then it looked directly to me. All I did was cover my eyes with my hands trying to let go of my fear. I couldn't speak. I couldn't even tell my co-copyreaders. But, I told one of them about it.
               That night, my heart ached... maybe because I'm tired of all days work. One of my co-copyreaders told one of our facilitators about it. They decided to bring me to the clinic. While I'm in the clinic, the person I told about my experience told our facilitator about it. They thought that was the reason of my heartache. 
               Starting from that very night, I decided to talk to the copyreaders. That time, I enjoyed my stay because I learned to socialize with other people.