I was late again, Well— it’s normal now for me, being late is now expected from me to be late, so at some point I learned to embrace it. Anyways, it’s a lovely surprise that the Mass for the first day was in the Atrium— it’s more lax and there’s more free space. And as much as I try to be law abiding, set an example type shtick, I just can’t help it! I found myself not listening to the homily but whatever Quita is babbling about, in the private comfort of the classroom.
It was hot though: hot, booming,agitating. The heat stuck to me, from the classroom down back to the atrium for Mr and Ms Intramurals, and at some points it caused me headaches. But it was all well worth it.
We won!!! Three awards in total, gosh I felt the sudden surge of excitement down to my bones. Perhaps the heat was worth it, deep inside the chances of bagging something better than last place.
The day flew by, nothing too interesting to take note of, the food was bomb though, the food was the one keeping me away from boredom. I ended that day with a gut feeling that permeated till the last day of the intramurals—bagging something larger than 4th place.
I was late again, it didn’t matter anyways— what was even considered late during the whole 4 day long event. Anyways I loved my fit check, it was definitely giving sakristan, altar server and alike!
The day started off with a bang, gosh the whole basketball game was edging me, every point, every missed point, everything was agitating, not going to lie— every time the crowd cheers for the yellow bench it adds to my ire. Looking back to me writing this, why do I sound like a Victorian child riddled with consumption writing her final days, anyways.
Either way, the pay-off was worth it once again. Y’know I have a bone to pick with my classmates that’s in the basketball team, despite that, I gotta respect that grind, at least they’re really good at something.
Then the volleyball championships happened. It was annoying, really really annoying.
Looking back even during my Junior High School days I wasn’t that… I don’t know how to put it, I wasn’t that into that team spirit thing, in fact th intrams was the first time I actually watched my batch/strand matches. And there were times where I wanted to just slap someone–either out of anger or out of glee, and this match was the former.
Long story short– they lost, gladly I wasn’t able to even see their defeat as I was whisked away by Sir Alcher to go to a convention–all-exclusive meeting that I was gladly invited to by an organization affiliated with UNICEF. It consumed most of my afternoon.
That convention was a breath of fresh air, well for one, it was air-conditioned– so a stark contrast with the hot unbearable weather in the campus. But also the fact that I was within people in the same wavelength with me—y’know! Like it was nice to talk about certain issues and topics with people with depth of analysis deeper than a pond, unlike the usual.
It felt nice talking to the creme of the crop of Science High specifically, smart people are hot! Also met ates and kuyas from outside organizations (like JJIC Ironwood Surigao). I ended that day with charged energy and a little bit more willingness to learn– I feel like a lot of people are missing out on intellectual discourse (not to sound pretentious but I don’t know how to word discussion that let you analyze a certain topic or issue deeper than some below surface level arguments or analyzation), because It genuinely powers your brain; you will be humbled– but that’s apart of learning.
It was a chill day, just me and my jorts.
At the start of the day, It was boring…like snoozefest boring. It was just a calm reverie, us under a guava tree watching a volleyball game we have no stakes in, just wasting time and all. I guess it got a little fun when we went out and played for Paularo. It was fun–but it made me look stupid, I should definitely work on not caring but whatever.
It was boring, nothing too much to rave about or blabber about–and maybe that’s the beauty of life! Sometimes there’s gotta be some sort of silence to keep you chugging. But the silence was short lived because here comes the shuttlecock.
HUMSS
BADMINTON CHAMPIONSHIP, GIRLS AND BOYS CATEGORY, SINGLE AND DOUBLES. It was a fun match, it was nice seeing HUMSS dominate in something for once. It was even more fun when it bothers people. Here’s the thing, HUMSS aren’t generally known for good things–cordial? Not really, dominating in any and every field? Not for now, for petty fights and jokes? Very much so. But to see other strands try to emulate that, amp up the pettiness and look like a fool, that-that got us laughing and smiling HARD– and that smile will widen even more in the following day.
The most awaited day.
Not going to lie, I and many others had low hopes for a high rank– third we thought was the only feasible option. But what really was the truth would reveal itself at the end of the afternoon, but for now, time to face the heat.
Morning it was me and co. eyeing for the PauliSineries, mainly for the air-conditioning, after all, the heat was no joke. And it happened to be a good movie too- Lolo and Kid. But what happened in that Activity Center was criminal.
The movie was suddenly stopping midway because of Wifi issues, the whole time it felt like the AC wasn’t even on–it was we were slowly spit-roasted in there, someone farted, we were in hell. Luckily we were given a refund because of the movie stopping midway (which to be honest, a funny oversight because why didn’t they think of downloading the movie beforehand especially since it was on Netflix so saving the movie isn’t as dodgy as saving it from some pirating website).
During the closing mass, God did I pray a lot–if perhaps that day was not our time, maybe in St.Paul week. That and I wished the school was well ventilated because God was the heat annoying, it didn’t matter if you had a fan or was standing on the big fans, the heat just sticks.
The heat was on definitely, it was fun watching the mass dance and pep rally–it gets the clogs in your brain turning, but that wasn’t the main event for us. God I still could remember how my stomach dropped when it was revealed that they were going to announce the winners of the recently concluded intramurals. By that time, there were only a minimal number of students present because it was quite late already–another case of St.Paul’s odd time scheduling but whatever.
Looking back, I wondered, I never considered being this involved in strand stuff, especially with the way HUMSS is and the people in it. During my JHS days, I wasn’t that enthusiastic, looking back, perhaps it was because of the fact that winning was always expected, excellence was expected– I did just that, so I had minimal worries, there were stakes–but they weren’t that high, how could you feel that intense of a rush when you already know that you were going to win? Y’know? But now, it’s a different story. It felt like HUMSS had something to prove, they were like the underdogs–and it’s kinda symbolic y’know? Considering the wolf motif.
Laughed and smiled so hard when STEM ONSE was announced for 3rd runner up, God we thought that, we were going to follow next and I was so overjoyed when ABM ADT TVL followed, God I’d accept what’s to come next, because we were simply too overjoyed. We weren’t even that mad when we were announced next, because overcoming two hurdles was a huge step to improvement.
It was quite cinematic though, having the little tussle with STEM ONSE just a day prior and then getting to hold the trophy that was previously theirs, HUMSS being all about wolves–a dog being an underdog, even Shakespeare can write this.
The day ended on a good note, and fire burning, waiting for January.