Saturday, October 23, 2004
"I'm now a Dean's Lister!"
THAT WAS something I should be screaming out right now if everything had continued as planned. This past semester had a delicious buffet of subjects. I had RTV Newswriting, Newsroom Production and Design, Electronic Newsroom I, Computer Journalism, and Music Scoring and Audio Design. You can throw in REED105 Christian Morality and the subject I advanced which was Technical Writing.
One by one the little yellow cards ended up in my hands. After I received each one, I was giving out a sarcastic smile. In all my subjects except RTV, the grade I got was below what I had expected. The worst was in Computer Journalism with a 1.75! You put two of my passions together and it comes out with a 1.75?! I questioned Ms. Carillo but she justified it. Kahit na, parang mali pa rin ang computation! Arrrg!
Inconsistency destroyed the best of me in the other subjects. I had high grades in some projects, perfect ones too. I also had one or two missing things, some tardies, and a few absences. If you tally it all out, my disappointment is a lost cause with the results. I mean, I have a feeling that the results are still correct. Disappointing, but correct nevertheless.
I worked hard for the NPD OBB and the resulting grade I got was disappointing. In Music Scoring I did everything Sir Salcedo had assigned and the result was the same with NPD and Technical Writing. A plain and ordinary 2.75. I would've been satisfied if I landed several 3.00's in those three subjects.
A lot happened earlier. I got to the classroom and collected two or three class cards from Leah who kept them for me since I was late. I was wearing that ruffled beige polo, my pants from Oxygen, my new necklace from Puerto Galera (the same one I bought Tope), and a camera case bag. I also brought my pouch bag to hide my course cards and other small documents.
***
"Naka-tingin siya sa 'yo."
The whole day I was absorbing my surroundings at DLSU-D from a different perspective. Then, at JFH, the unbelievable happened. And it happened too fast. I remember walking down the hallway and then next thing I knew my heart started to thump fast. Among the busy hallway and the three or four people that I was talking to almost simultaneously, my mind was floating in the air.
[Shit... nandito siya... um... um...]
[Huh?]
[No...]
[..we'll talk later... wait!]
[No way... please no way!]
[Where's my...]
[...that's ok.]
15 minutes later.
"I feel like I'm in outer space!"
Tope laughed out loud as we decended from JFH 401 after getting our class card in Technical Writing. I was disappointed at my grade but I just couldn't care less about the result. I really felt like I was floating. Was it at the way @#$#@!$ looked at me just moments before? Was it in the eyes? It has to be in the eyes. It has to be. It felt warm, it felt comforting, and it felt so good.
Whatever it was, it drove me nuts!! Ahhhh!
***
Ate Jho's baby girl
After the whole heartwarming scene at JFH I sadly walked away with Eric and Tope as we headed for the gate. Rona, Ryan, and Joy intercepted us as we headed out the gate. We were all going to visit Ate Jho at the UMC. Why? She gave birth to baby Bianca Ysabel Castillejos-Romero. [Ate Jho was a former classmate of mine in JOU2-1 last year]
We arrived at the hospital and made a scene with the strict guards. Apparantly we didn't know they really had strict visiting hours and that only two visitors may approach the patient at any time during the visiting hours.
Joy and I went in first then Ryan and Rona followed by Eric and Tope. Ate Jho looked like a mother alright. And it's funny because she doesn't look that different from the way she was when we all had met her in First Year.
We had a pictorial with the baby and then Tope and I went downstairs to the lobby and had a chat. Afterwards we returned back to DLSU-D and we all went our separate ways.
***
Abdul in civilian
Eric and I went straight to HF and I started editing SPORTS articles. JP is currently in Bacolod City with some HF staffers. They took a plane to get there and HF really pay'd for it. Wow. Never in my two and a half years of service to the Heraldo Filipino did I ever get the chance to ride an airplane to go somewhere. It's always been buses and jeepnees. Buti pa sila!
We had a special EB meeting at 6:00 pm and everyone except Jay-E and JP (of course) was present. We discussed another critical issue that is leaning on the integrity, dignity, and voice of HF. We've faced so many of these "episodes"... I wonder if past EB's experienced issues as big as "UNIVERSITY STATUS" or "17 MILLION PESOS IN CHECKS BOUNCE..."
Before, it was just "Enrolment system improves" and "Random Drug Testing to be enforced". It's only now that I can truly appreciate HF despite our flaws in meeting the deadlines. Our EB is tackling issues that are deeper and loaded with deception and intrigue. It feels good at the same time it feels so, what's the word, "dangerous".
I had another special talk with Eric and Matt. I wanted to change something for once. I've always been a Copy Editor trying to fit in the shoes of previous Copy Editors and trying to make improvisions to these "shoes". But it's only now that I've realized that I don't have to make improvements to these shoes, I should just buy "new ones".
I'm going full blast on the HF Styleguide. It's not an instant thing but it is something that I want to leave as a legacy towards HF as Copy Editor. I think putting up a Styleguide not only improves and lubricates the process of editing in the publication, but also puts more definition to being a Copy Editor.
I spoke with Eric after we closed the office past 8:00 pm. We went to the Parking Lot where the CR-V was parked. I decided to just say everything that I wanted to say to Eric that has affected me and my performance this past semester.
We spoke for ten minutes about "the whole nine yards". It felt good to release tension and open up communication to clarify things. I told Eric face to face how I felt in various situations. I told him I got hurt, how I got irritated, and how I felt so unappreciated.
***
This past week I've had several intimate conversations. And it feels so damn good just to let these things out.
THAT WAS something I should be screaming out right now if everything had continued as planned. This past semester had a delicious buffet of subjects. I had RTV Newswriting, Newsroom Production and Design, Electronic Newsroom I, Computer Journalism, and Music Scoring and Audio Design. You can throw in REED105 Christian Morality and the subject I advanced which was Technical Writing.
One by one the little yellow cards ended up in my hands. After I received each one, I was giving out a sarcastic smile. In all my subjects except RTV, the grade I got was below what I had expected. The worst was in Computer Journalism with a 1.75! You put two of my passions together and it comes out with a 1.75?! I questioned Ms. Carillo but she justified it. Kahit na, parang mali pa rin ang computation! Arrrg!
Inconsistency destroyed the best of me in the other subjects. I had high grades in some projects, perfect ones too. I also had one or two missing things, some tardies, and a few absences. If you tally it all out, my disappointment is a lost cause with the results. I mean, I have a feeling that the results are still correct. Disappointing, but correct nevertheless.
I worked hard for the NPD OBB and the resulting grade I got was disappointing. In Music Scoring I did everything Sir Salcedo had assigned and the result was the same with NPD and Technical Writing. A plain and ordinary 2.75. I would've been satisfied if I landed several 3.00's in those three subjects.
A lot happened earlier. I got to the classroom and collected two or three class cards from Leah who kept them for me since I was late. I was wearing that ruffled beige polo, my pants from Oxygen, my new necklace from Puerto Galera (the same one I bought Tope), and a camera case bag. I also brought my pouch bag to hide my course cards and other small documents.
***
"Naka-tingin siya sa 'yo."
The whole day I was absorbing my surroundings at DLSU-D from a different perspective. Then, at JFH, the unbelievable happened. And it happened too fast. I remember walking down the hallway and then next thing I knew my heart started to thump fast. Among the busy hallway and the three or four people that I was talking to almost simultaneously, my mind was floating in the air.
[Shit... nandito siya... um... um...]
[Huh?]
[No...]
[..we'll talk later... wait!]
[No way... please no way!]
[Where's my...]
[...that's ok.]
15 minutes later.
"I feel like I'm in outer space!"
Tope laughed out loud as we decended from JFH 401 after getting our class card in Technical Writing. I was disappointed at my grade but I just couldn't care less about the result. I really felt like I was floating. Was it at the way @#$#@!$ looked at me just moments before? Was it in the eyes? It has to be in the eyes. It has to be. It felt warm, it felt comforting, and it felt so good.
Whatever it was, it drove me nuts!! Ahhhh!
***
Ate Jho's baby girl
After the whole heartwarming scene at JFH I sadly walked away with Eric and Tope as we headed for the gate. Rona, Ryan, and Joy intercepted us as we headed out the gate. We were all going to visit Ate Jho at the UMC. Why? She gave birth to baby Bianca Ysabel Castillejos-Romero. [Ate Jho was a former classmate of mine in JOU2-1 last year]
We arrived at the hospital and made a scene with the strict guards. Apparantly we didn't know they really had strict visiting hours and that only two visitors may approach the patient at any time during the visiting hours.
Joy and I went in first then Ryan and Rona followed by Eric and Tope. Ate Jho looked like a mother alright. And it's funny because she doesn't look that different from the way she was when we all had met her in First Year.
We had a pictorial with the baby and then Tope and I went downstairs to the lobby and had a chat. Afterwards we returned back to DLSU-D and we all went our separate ways.
***
Abdul in civilian
Eric and I went straight to HF and I started editing SPORTS articles. JP is currently in Bacolod City with some HF staffers. They took a plane to get there and HF really pay'd for it. Wow. Never in my two and a half years of service to the Heraldo Filipino did I ever get the chance to ride an airplane to go somewhere. It's always been buses and jeepnees. Buti pa sila!
We had a special EB meeting at 6:00 pm and everyone except Jay-E and JP (of course) was present. We discussed another critical issue that is leaning on the integrity, dignity, and voice of HF. We've faced so many of these "episodes"... I wonder if past EB's experienced issues as big as "UNIVERSITY STATUS" or "17 MILLION PESOS IN CHECKS BOUNCE..."
Before, it was just "Enrolment system improves" and "Random Drug Testing to be enforced". It's only now that I can truly appreciate HF despite our flaws in meeting the deadlines. Our EB is tackling issues that are deeper and loaded with deception and intrigue. It feels good at the same time it feels so, what's the word, "dangerous".
I had another special talk with Eric and Matt. I wanted to change something for once. I've always been a Copy Editor trying to fit in the shoes of previous Copy Editors and trying to make improvisions to these "shoes". But it's only now that I've realized that I don't have to make improvements to these shoes, I should just buy "new ones".
I'm going full blast on the HF Styleguide. It's not an instant thing but it is something that I want to leave as a legacy towards HF as Copy Editor. I think putting up a Styleguide not only improves and lubricates the process of editing in the publication, but also puts more definition to being a Copy Editor.
I spoke with Eric after we closed the office past 8:00 pm. We went to the Parking Lot where the CR-V was parked. I decided to just say everything that I wanted to say to Eric that has affected me and my performance this past semester.
We spoke for ten minutes about "the whole nine yards". It felt good to release tension and open up communication to clarify things. I told Eric face to face how I felt in various situations. I told him I got hurt, how I got irritated, and how I felt so unappreciated.
***
This past week I've had several intimate conversations. And it feels so damn good just to let these things out.
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