Today is the room-to-room campaign of our party around the school.Like any other room-to-room campaigns,the campaigners must be prepared for special performances so that they’d be memorable to the whole classroom we’re visiting.The other aspiring officers have prepared spectacular performances which pleased the first class we’ve all went too.Me,my friend Christian Ain and the other 4th year board members were all clueless on what are we going to in front of those cold eyes where our sake of being a part of the student council lies.At first,our performance was a great havoc.We looked pathetic.As Vice Ganda would say,our performance was puchu-puchu.But then,when we were finished performing on that first class,we immediately met at the back of the classroom and talked about what are we going to do.I don’t know what exactly just happened,but everything just came into pieces.Our performance was just polished and perfect.To give you a visualization of our performance; when we enter the classroom,we are supposed to do this chant-a chant from an old Pepsi ad.And then,after that,we would line up in front of the class and Christian would do this Vice Ganda/Pokwang/Aling Dionisia thing.She would ask everyone to sing in falsetto.She starts asking all the 4th year board members from the start to the end.I kind of hated this performance.Everyone was doing great.Whenever they make a mistake,the audience would laugh.But when it was my turn,and I would make a mistake,everyone would laugh too-but the mocking kind of laugh.What’s more,in this performance,I have to scream.And,mind you,we had to do it in all 18 sections in the school.
It was recess.Nothing special happened during recess.The only remarkable thing was when I was reading the book The Lost Hero.A book that my friend/classmate Kezia Calderon lend me.The story was great.Every page makes you excited to read it.After buying my snack at the canteen,I went to sit on my chair.There was a crowd of girls in there,putting my chair in the middle.I intended to sit there by purpose.The feeling was great.I was surrounded by girls.I feel like I am one of those godly characters on the book that I am reading.I was tempted to mock the boys and tell them that I am lucky for my life is meant to be always surrounded by girls…especially the ones they like or have a crush on.Then again,I hesitated and changed my mind.Election was coming,I don’t want to make a foe out of anyone.
After the recess,we continued on our campaign.After finishing screaming at every classroom that our party would go in,I immediately went to the classroom hoping to catch some of my friends there and ask them about today’s activities.Plus,it was lunch break by then.I asked Kezia to lend me her Chemistry notebook and her Advanced Research notebook.I don’t wanna miss anything on my academics.And what’s more,we have a long quiz on our Chemistry subject tomorrow.And right now,I am rushing everything just so I can start on some of the homeworks and the activities that they did today.
Similar things happened the afternoon on the classrooms that our party has entered.Laughter and screaming burst on any open doors and windows of the classroom.By the last hour,all of us were tired.I was tired.My feet was killing me.It felt numb,like I have no feet and that,any minute,I’d fall on the ground still with the pain from my feet.We made some minor modifications on our performance so that things wouldn’t seem,how-do-you-call-it,redundant.So what we did,we took our falsetto vocalization away and changed it with a harmonious chorale rendition-I mean almost harmonious.What can we do?!Not everyone of us there were good singers!We performed on the class of III-Saint Ignatius with a Korean song in which I don’t know the name of.I really can’t memorize Korean names.The song was sung by my friends Noema Nafuran,Cristina Blancia and JennyJoy Tindaan.The rest of us served as background dancers of that very enchanting song.Everyone from the class where we performed clapped their hands and cheered so loud.It felt good.Even if I’m only a background dancer at that moment,I felt like someone famous-someone with lots of fans.Our last performance was on our very classroom: IV-Saint Therese.At first I was afraid because knowing my classmate,they can really embarrass anyone even if he’s just standing in there.But thankfully,Christian was beside me.She made me feel comfortable.Especially on performing.Then again,I felt hesitations on my moods.I feel like my brain is fighting against itself.I knew when my classmates clapped,it was not meant for me.It was meant for Christmas.If it was meant for me,I know it was a phony cheer-one of the things that I hate the most.
I missed another Novena Mass.I’ve already missed two Novena Masses for these last two Wednesdays.I’ve always been busy exactly when there was a Novena Mass.Next week,I plan to never miss that Novena Mass.Ever since I’ve started missing out on Morning Masses,I swore to myself I shall never miss another Novena Mass again.And to tell you what’s worse,Danielle Athena was there.I recognized her when she got out of the church with her dread locks flowing fluidly on her back;and she was looking hot and sexy with that harlem pants of her and that blue blouse of her which seems to be outgrown.I wanted to tell everyone who were on the school gates about her.But then again,Audie was there.I don’t wanna make an awkward moment of him.Somehow,thanks to the Barbie movies that I’ve been watching,I feel like he’s my friend…A friend that I haven’t met yet;if you know what I mean.
It was raining at that moment.Kennard went home by then.We had to practice our dance for tomorrow’s event-Meeting De Avance.We couldn’t rehearse on the school gymnasium because it was off limits.The town auditorium,it was closed.There was only one place that all of us could think of, Princes Perico’s house.Princes is the one running for the position of Governor in our party.I hope she wins.She’s been busy,too dedicated for the election that she almost neglected about some of the school work.
When we got to Princes’ house and when I saw her widowed mother on their water-refilling station,it reminded me of my mother.It reminded me of how she’s been raising us the whole time.I kind of felt the hard work that my mother might have experienced too while she was raising us.As you can see,Princes’ father just passed away last summer.Everyone in the school who knew about it felt devastated for her.I mean,she’s only a teenager-it’s too young for her to lose her father.
We watched the sophomores rehearse their dance for a little while.And after that,we rehearsed our performance too.The steps where difficult.But hopefully,I’d be able to execute things tomorrow the way Christian and Princess Noema does too.I got home and just realized that I forgot my brown envelope inside the classroom.It’s not exactly a big of a deal because it was only some couponbonds and an old magazine that was inside there.But still,I gotta retrieve it.It’s like my companion for life now.I grew an attachment to that thing.
I’m hoping that tomorrow,things will work out really well.I gotta gave a good performance and high score on Chemistry quiz.Hopefully.I’d get what I want.That’s it for today readers.Goodnight!
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