Dec. 06, 2010

“Coach said we’ll meet later this afternoon at the E-lib.” A classmate of mine surprised me with her words. “What would he want to discuss to us?” I asked silently in my mind, though I was hoping it’ll be about the Broadcasting. Indeed, it was about the Broadcasting. When we got in the E-lib, they were there discussing about the t-shirts to be printed, how much it’ll cost. There was chaos in my mind, “Am I really going to the Regional Schools Press Conference? “ I’m sorry for myself for being so ignorant but, it was my first time.

Dec. 09-11, 2010

Vigan City divison held its Writeshop at Vigan Central for the ones who will be competing in the RSPC which would be held at Daniel Maramba High School in Santa Barbara, Pangasinan. Seriously, we did nothing in there. The lecturer wasn’t good enough and gave us the unnecessary details for broadcasting. He discussed about journalism, libel, and all sort of basics in broadcasting. Yes, the lecture he gave us were quite informable; But it wasn’t the one he was supposed to share. He was supposed to share the techniques on making our voices be inviting to the listeners, on how to choose the right news bed and stuff, on how to make an entertaining infomercial. He didn’t know those simple things that we wanted him to lecture about. When we were asking him how to make a good intro, he didn’t answer it properly.

I respect people’s limitations ‘cause I know how it feels to be looked down. I know that even though he was a part of a radio station before(?), broadcasting still isn’t his high point. So why get him as the lecturer if he has the experience but doesn’t have the means of teaching us? Let’s just say, we wasted our time sitting there, waiting for him to lecture while we were making noises with the piano inside the room.

Dec. 12-15, 2010

At 8:00 in the morning, I went in front of Burgos East and waited for our bus. Groups of people were already there waiting when I arrived. Since, the Filipino time can’t get away from us, the bus came in late. As if we’re not used to it. It felt good to ride a bus again. =)) At lunch time, we stopped by a resto in Tagudin. Hell, their dishes were expensive and to think that they were just normal food, I doubt the price. I took a piece of meat from a friend and it didn’t even taste nice. Good thing my mom cooked me corned beef which I ate for lunch. We arrived at around 3:00 or 4:00 in Santa Barbara and there was even a commotion because of our advisers’ bags. Better leave that story behind. At dinner, I thought we would be eating at a fastfood or something but there were free food! That’s something good for a money freak like me. And, I hated the fact that I didn’t see ANY fastfood chain in the place.

A parade around the town started our day. I saw my former classmates. It was tiring to walk, and walk, and walk. After that, the host school officially opened the event. I was so disappointed that they didn’t had enough chairs for us. They could have brought more chairs because really, there were still a lot of chairs in the classrooms. Oh well. Then we went to our quarter ‘cause we were aching to lie down and sleep. In the afternoon ‘til night, our coach practiced us for the broadcasting the next day. We were boring. We were lousy. I knew each one of us in the group thought that way. And I knew our coach didn’t like me and the way I speak. I don’t know. I just had that notion.

The next day came. We went to this Central School and somebody gave us a lecture. After that, we did the script, then it was show time. The competition started early but our group presented at night. There were a lot of groups from different places in Region I. When it was our turn, it was pretty going smoothly but when it was my turn to speak, the microphones weren’t working. I didn’t like what was happening. I tried the two microphones, still, they weren’t working. When I got a hold of the third one, I just spoke swiftly so I can say my work’s done. A groupmate said to me later that our coach was signalling them that he couldn’t hear what I was talking about. That made me frustrated. I knew I did my best. I knew that when we were still in Vigan and were practicing, I had the highest interest on what we were doing. I don’t want to look like I know everything but when they were eating, playing the piano, playing Plants vs. Zombies, capturing photos, thinking of going home, I was the one finishing the script.. Too scared that our coach might scold us. They are only working if there’s someone looking at them. I hate that. I hate the fact that when we finished presenting, our coach didn’t even say, “That was good.” Or any words of encouragement. That made me think that I screwed everything. He could have just joked that it wasn’t my fault but the mic’s fault. He didn’t blame anyone, that’s for sure. But, I know deep in his heart.. He didn’t like our presentation and he didn’t like that I messed it up. He couldn’t even appreciate the tone of our intro. Hey, I made the tone.

The last day, I didn’t like to go to the awarding ceremony ‘cause I knew we wouldn’t get any but I still went. Vigan City division is oh, such a loser. What division could not win even just one major award? VIGAN! It was horrible. It was embarrassing. But what can we do? The competitors are much more brighter than us.

Whatever~ The experience will still be memorable for me ‘cause it’s my first time in my whole HS life. Though it was filled with ups and downs, and downs, I’ll still cherish it, and I thank God for giving me such experience.

Labels: experience, life

Dec. 06, 2010

“Coach said we’ll meet later this afternoon at the E-lib.” A classmate of mine surprised me with her words. “What would he want to discuss to us?” I asked silently in my mind, though I was hoping it’ll be about the Broadcasting. Indeed, it was about the Broadcasting. When we got in the E-lib, they were there discussing about the t-shirts to be printed, how much it’ll cost. There was chaos in my mind, “Am I really going to the Regional Schools Press Conference? “ I’m sorry for myself for being so ignorant but, it was my first time.

Dec. 09-11, 2010

Vigan City divison held its Writeshop at Vigan Central for the ones who will be competing in the RSPC which would be held at Daniel Maramba High School in Santa Barbara, Pangasinan. Seriously, we did nothing in there. The lecturer wasn’t good enough and gave us the unnecessary details for broadcasting. He discussed about journalism, libel, and all sort of basics in broadcasting. Yes, the lecture he gave us were quite informable; But it wasn’t the one he was supposed to share. He was supposed to share the techniques on making our voices be inviting to the listeners, on how to choose the right news bed and stuff, on how to make an entertaining infomercial. He didn’t know those simple things that we wanted him to lecture about. When we were asking him how to make a good intro, he didn’t answer it properly.

I respect people’s limitations ‘cause I know how it feels to be looked down. I know that even though he was a part of a radio station before(?), broadcasting still isn’t his high point. So why get him as the lecturer if he has the experience but doesn’t have the means of teaching us? Let’s just say, we wasted our time sitting there, waiting for him to lecture while we were making noises with the piano inside the room.

Dec. 12-15, 2010

At 8:00 in the morning, I went in front of Burgos East and waited for our bus. Groups of people were already there waiting when I arrived. Since, the Filipino time can’t get away from us, the bus came in late. As if we’re not used to it. It felt good to ride a bus again. =)) At lunch time, we stopped by a resto in Tagudin. Hell, their dishes were expensive and to think that they were just normal food, I doubt the price. I took a piece of meat from a friend and it didn’t even taste nice. Good thing my mom cooked me corned beef which I ate for lunch. We arrived at around 3:00 or 4:00 in Santa Barbara and there was even a commotion because of our advisers’ bags. Better leave that story behind. At dinner, I thought we would be eating at a fastfood or something but there were free food! That’s something good for a money freak like me. And, I hated the fact that I didn’t see ANY fastfood chain in the place.

A parade around the town started our day. I saw my former classmates. It was tiring to walk, and walk, and walk. After that, the host school officially opened the event. I was so disappointed that they didn’t had enough chairs for us. They could have brought more chairs because really, there were still a lot of chairs in the classrooms. Oh well. Then we went to our quarter ‘cause we were aching to lie down and sleep. In the afternoon ‘til night, our coach practiced us for the broadcasting the next day. We were boring. We were lousy. I knew each one of us in the group thought that way. And I knew our coach didn’t like me and the way I speak. I don’t know. I just had that notion.

The next day came. We went to this Central School and somebody gave us a lecture. After that, we did the script, then it was show time. The competition started early but our group presented at night. There were a lot of groups from different places in Region I. When it was our turn, it was pretty going smoothly but when it was my turn to speak, the microphones weren’t working. I didn’t like what was happening. I tried the two microphones, still, they weren’t working. When I got a hold of the third one, I just spoke swiftly so I can say my work’s done. A groupmate said to me later that our coach was signalling them that he couldn’t hear what I was talking about. That made me frustrated. I knew I did my best. I knew that when we were still in Vigan and were practicing, I had the highest interest on what we were doing. I don’t want to look like I know everything but when they were eating, playing the piano, playing Plants vs. Zombies, capturing photos, thinking of going home, I was the one finishing the script.. Too scared that our coach might scold us. They are only working if there’s someone looking at them. I hate that. I hate the fact that when we finished presenting, our coach didn’t even say, “That was good.” Or any words of encouragement. That made me think that I screwed everything. He could have just joked that it wasn’t my fault but the mic’s fault. He didn’t blame anyone, that’s for sure. But, I know deep in his heart.. He didn’t like our presentation and he didn’t like that I messed it up. He couldn’t even appreciate the tone of our intro. Hey, I made the tone.

The last day, I didn’t like to go to the awarding ceremony ‘cause I knew we wouldn’t get any but I still went. Vigan City division is oh, such a loser. What division could not win even just one major award? VIGAN! It was horrible. It was embarrassing. But what can we do? The competitors are much more brighter than us.

Whatever~ The experience will still be memorable for me ‘cause it’s my first time in my whole HS life. Though it was filled with ups and downs, and downs, I’ll still cherish it, and I thank God for giving me such experience.

Labels: experience, life

Howdy! My name's Mitchie and I am puhreetee. ^^, lols. I'll be legal next year. WOOOOOOH! Try guessing my sexuality.

I dream a lot. I have a lot of dreams in life.. Dreams that may or may not be accomplished in my lifetime.

I speak. I write. I remain silent. They are the only things I can do to express what I feel, dropping off the idea that I do them all by myself. Usually.

I love. I have formulated a lot of theories involving the latter based on my own experiences.. Experiences that I, solely was the one involved. So, they remain as theories. I can't make a conclusion out of it.

Just so you know, I am a Cassiopeia by heart, by mind and soul. Don't know what Cassiopeia means? It's not mainly the constellation I'm talking about that scientific earthlings would know of firsthand, but it's close to that. Try looking for it over the internet. I'm sure there will be thousands of hits once you click 'search'. So yeah, TVXQ fighting!

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