Mga kinimperpels!

Today I am suffering from coarse voice and cough with phlegm for again, stressing my vocal cords from all the shouting and too much projecting. For the past days, I’ve been experiencing severe headache and nausea. Nevertheless, I ignored them.

It’s finals week, yes and everyone from University of Sto. Tomas are making use of their remaining time to review or make up for their last chance to pass their subjects. Just with the same situation here.

We’ve been tasked to do a “Sabayang Pagbigkas” as our finals in Filipino.  Our class has been divided into two and I, as the leader for one of the group. I am not not new to this kind of activity since I did this back when we were in highschool. I was the class president back then and managing these type of stuffs is surely a part of my job. I thought things would be the same but they were not.

Handling college students and dealing with guy members was I thought easy and manageable but it was the other way around. The practices was never good since I can only make half or less than half of my members to attend. Everyday, every night I get to think how could I get things done on time. I tried to be strict and impose charges on tardies and absences but they were not enough. I rush our practices and pour everything on every meeting that I get to see my members. Then I realized that bearing the grades of these people would be more than what I could handle. If I give up on them knowing that they trusted me on this one and if give less of my best, it is me that actually failed. They tried to help me and really supported me and that’s just a manifestation of how we are willing to make this as a success.

Zam and I as the leaders of the group supported each other and I thank his group for boosting our morale during our practices. We are one class and as one class we work. If I am to give grades to my 2POL1, 99 would be too little a grade.

I never loved my college class like this. During election and during this times that we struggle, I saw how much I would miss and forever value this bunch of students. Thank you to my members who had patience on me as I on them. Thank you for not disappointing me and disregard our line “You disappoint me”. Haha. You never knew how two weeks changed my love for you guys. 

We wear black but it does not necessarily mean we are mourning because we are happy and we all love each other. I am so much thankful for being placed in this class and as our last week approaches, I would surely feel every second that we have left as 2POL1, to everyone good luck on our finals and thank you for being a part of my twisted yet adventurous college life!