Photo Blog: Five Months
The first semester of school year 2012-2013 is finally over! I transferred to Roosevelt College on its second semester, so I was so excited to see what the school does from June to October. I wanted to experience the Acquaintance Party, Sports Festival and the official kick off of our Institute. This semester at last over, I can now confidently say that I’m a full-pledged – with a one-year residency – Rooseveltian.
The last five months of the school year were hectic and crazy and everyone’s either celebrating or sulking. The days were so full that it felt like we already spent a year. But life’s fun. Yes, there may be a couple of what-the-fuck-is-happening moments, but we had survived these five months, standing and alive.
The first thing I did when the term started was to be a Secretary of two different, active clubs. I could have killed myself in the process, but years of stressing during high school taught me to handle situations properly – and a good time management. And yes, social life might had been neglected, but the activities we had in school were enough to keep me going and make me realize that social life can wait.
Rotaract Clubs of District 3800 District Team Training Seminar and President-Elect and Secretary-Elect Training Seminar, 08 July 2012, Marikina City Justice Hall.
I attended this seminar with the RAC Club of RCS Mary Ann. The funny thing about this is that, a few days prior, I
didn’t know that I’d be secretary of the club. Mary Ann just texted me one time asking whether I’d like to fill in the said position. I said yes because 1) I wanted to be a member of RAC Club, and 2) I love Mary Ann. No election whatsoever. After confirming, she said matter-of-factly that we’d be attending the seminar. And I was like, “What?
That fast? No briefing?” It was weird and at first I didn’t know what to do and what the heck I was doing, but I learned to love it as time passed.
First Ceremonial Tree Planting by DENR and LGU-Marikina, 28 July 2012, Barangay San Rafael, Rodriguez, Rizal.
Easily one of the best things that I experienced, this activity aimed to restore the Marikina Watershed, the river basin that primarily protects the city from floods. We didn’t actually have the chance to plant trees since the weather was bad, but the thing that I enjoyed the most was the hiking part. We hiked and walked and panted for a good hour. The path was slippery and there were small erosions from time to time and the water flowing sounded scary and my shoes were soaked with mud, but –
Jesus Heavens! – it was overwhelming, and the bragging right of having hiked for a good cause was phenomenal.
RCS Acquaintance Party: A Night of Glamour, 31 July 2012, Marikina Convention Center Plenary Hall.
Amazing and weird things happened this glamorous night: dancing, indigestible food, shiny dresses, killer heels, a city official singing “Just The Way You Are”, Jessica Sanchez-Jennifer Holliday sing off, raffles where I never win, more shiny dresses, “Steal Your Rock and Roll”, and basically the Institute of Liberal Arts being awesome.
Rotary Club of Marikina East Relief and Kitchen Soup Operation, 11 August 2012, Balubad Street, Nangka, Marikina City.
The day before, District 3800 also had a small relief operation for the monsoon rain-devastated residents of Barangay Tumana, Marikina City. Both the relief and kitchen soup operation were tiring, but (no hypocrisy in this whatsoever) witnessing the gratitude painted on the faces of the beneficiaries was enough to lift the pain and strain of packing and repacking and carrying heavy bunks that we don’t normally carry. It felt like NSTP all over again. And the
children – oh my God, the children were charming! I wanted to line them up like bowling pins and strike them down and kick their faces because they were just so cute. (I’m not a brutal person; this language is just my way of expressing and describing their adorableness.) I had fever after this, but it was a feel-good kind of sickness. (Don’t even ask me what that means.)
RCS Sports Festival, 25-27 September 2012.
We didn’t win any major awards except for being the Most Disciplined Institute (and we don’t know where that came from) and the second best in the Cheer Dance Competition. They had me warned before to not expect anything from the Sports Fest because it’s already a sealed, etched-in-stone fact that ILA
sucks in sports. Yes, we can be the best performers and the best in arts and writing and hosting and throwing the most fabulous parties in the neighborhood, but please, the Athletes of the Year award can’t be given to us. Give us two or three years more, and we’d take over the Olympics.
ILA Biannual Boodle Fest, 27 September 2012, Performance Studio, RCS.
I swear: We are perfectly meat-eating, rice-consuming, healthy people.
GMA News TV Learniversity, 28 September 2012, Polytechnic University of the Philippines.
Despite the crazy number of delegates and an auditorium where oxygen seemed to be non-existent, Learniversity was a big success. I originally planned to attend this event with several others from the Institute, but it turned out they weren’t available (busy with thesis writing and/or church duties). I wouldn’t go if I end up a loner (and I
badly wanted to go), so it was an answered prayer that Aubrey was apparently interested in going too. We learned a lot from the Broadcasting Talk speaker, Ms. Kara David. It was such an experience that I’m now hunting for more seminars from time to time.
Rotaract Reading Corner Inauguration, 10 October 2012, RCS TED Library.
The Rotaract Reading Corner is a joint project of RAC Club of RCS and RCME. Being a reader myself, I can confidently say that I was one of the most excited for this project. I spent my free time covering life-threatened books, arranging them by subject and sticking pink-colored paper on the book spines (to distinguish them from the other books in the library). I was so dedicated to this project and advocacy that even the librarian called me a “library buddy” already. And there goes the sliver of social life I have. For some reasons, the Reading Corner isn’t open for everyone’s use yet, but me being me, I might have taken some books out already.
Another five hectic months is waiting for me this next term, and although I’m not so excited about the works and new professors and students I’d be spending my academic time with, I’m stoked enough to sweep the units off that I don’t care about apprehensions and workloads anymore.
Good grades and good semester, please?
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Photo Blog: Five Months
The first semester of school year 2012-2013 is finally over! I transferred to Roosevelt College on its second semester, so I was so excited to see what the school does from June to October. I wanted to experience the Acquaintance Party, Sports Festival and the official kick off of our Institute. This semester at last over, I can now confidently say that I’m a full-pledged – with a one-year residency – Rooseveltian.
The last five months of the school year were hectic and crazy and everyone’s either celebrating or sulking. The days were so full that it felt like we already spent a year. But life’s fun. Yes, there may be a couple of what-the-fuck-is-happening moments, but we had survived these five months, standing and alive.
The first thing I did when the term started was to be a Secretary of two different, active clubs. I could have killed myself in the process, but years of stressing during high school taught me to handle situations properly – and a good time management. And yes, social life might had been neglected, but the activities we had in school were enough to keep me going and make me realize that social life can wait.
Rotaract Clubs of District 3800 District Team Training Seminar and President-Elect and Secretary-Elect Training Seminar, 08 July 2012, Marikina City Justice Hall.
I attended this seminar with the RAC Club of RCS Mary Ann. The funny thing about this is that, a few days prior, I
didn’t know that I’d be secretary of the club. Mary Ann just texted me one time asking whether I’d like to fill in the said position. I said yes because 1) I wanted to be a member of RAC Club, and 2) I love Mary Ann. No election whatsoever. After confirming, she said matter-of-factly that we’d be attending the seminar. And I was like, “What?
That fast? No briefing?” It was weird and at first I didn’t know what to do and what the heck I was doing, but I learned to love it as time passed.
First Ceremonial Tree Planting by DENR and LGU-Marikina, 28 July 2012, Barangay San Rafael, Rodriguez, Rizal.
Easily one of the best things that I experienced, this activity aimed to restore the Marikina Watershed, the river basin that primarily protects the city from floods. We didn’t actually have the chance to plant trees since the weather was bad, but the thing that I enjoyed the most was the hiking part. We hiked and walked and panted for a good hour. The path was slippery and there were small erosions from time to time and the water flowing sounded scary and my shoes were soaked with mud, but –
Jesus Heavens! – it was overwhelming, and the bragging right of having hiked for a good cause was phenomenal.
RCS Acquaintance Party: A Night of Glamour, 31 July 2012, Marikina Convention Center Plenary Hall.
Amazing and weird things happened this glamorous night: dancing, indigestible food, shiny dresses, killer heels, a city official singing “Just The Way You Are”, Jessica Sanchez-Jennifer Holliday sing off, raffles where I never win, more shiny dresses, “Steal Your Rock and Roll”, and basically the Institute of Liberal Arts being awesome.
Rotary Club of Marikina East Relief and Kitchen Soup Operation, 11 August 2012, Balubad Street, Nangka, Marikina City.
The day before, District 3800 also had a small relief operation for the monsoon rain-devastated residents of Barangay Tumana, Marikina City. Both the relief and kitchen soup operation were tiring, but (no hypocrisy in this whatsoever) witnessing the gratitude painted on the faces of the beneficiaries was enough to lift the pain and strain of packing and repacking and carrying heavy bunks that we don’t normally carry. It felt like NSTP all over again. And the
children – oh my God, the children were charming! I wanted to line them up like bowling pins and strike them down and kick their faces because they were just so cute. (I’m not a brutal person; this language is just my way of expressing and describing their adorableness.) I had fever after this, but it was a feel-good kind of sickness. (Don’t even ask me what that means.)
RCS Sports Festival, 25-27 September 2012.
We didn’t win any major awards except for being the Most Disciplined Institute (and we don’t know where that came from) and the second best in the Cheer Dance Competition. They had me warned before to not expect anything from the Sports Fest because it’s already a sealed, etched-in-stone fact that ILA
sucks in sports. Yes, we can be the best performers and the best in arts and writing and hosting and throwing the most fabulous parties in the neighborhood, but please, the Athletes of the Year award can’t be given to us. Give us two or three years more, and we’d take over the Olympics.
ILA Biannual Boodle Fest, 27 September 2012, Performance Studio, RCS.
I swear: We are perfectly meat-eating, rice-consuming, healthy people.
GMA News TV Learniversity, 28 September 2012, Polytechnic University of the Philippines.
Despite the crazy number of delegates and an auditorium where oxygen seemed to be non-existent, Learniversity was a big success. I originally planned to attend this event with several others from the Institute, but it turned out they weren’t available (busy with thesis writing and/or church duties). I wouldn’t go if I end up a loner (and I
badly wanted to go), so it was an answered prayer that Aubrey was apparently interested in going too. We learned a lot from the Broadcasting Talk speaker, Ms. Kara David. It was such an experience that I’m now hunting for more seminars from time to time.
Rotaract Reading Corner Inauguration, 10 October 2012, RCS TED Library.
The Rotaract Reading Corner is a joint project of RAC Club of RCS and RCME. Being a reader myself, I can confidently say that I was one of the most excited for this project. I spent my free time covering life-threatened books, arranging them by subject and sticking pink-colored paper on the book spines (to distinguish them from the other books in the library). I was so dedicated to this project and advocacy that even the librarian called me a “library buddy” already. And there goes the sliver of social life I have. For some reasons, the Reading Corner isn’t open for everyone’s use yet, but me being me, I might have taken some books out already.
Another five hectic months is waiting for me this next term, and although I’m not so excited about the works and new professors and students I’d be spending my academic time with, I’m stoked enough to sweep the units off that I don’t care about apprehensions and workloads anymore.
Good grades and good semester, please?
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Already several months had passed, and I am missing
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry more and more each fleeting day. There are just some things in life that we can never forget – especially that something that had given us knowledge, skills, strong relationships and a second home. I am glad that everything in the magical world is now at peace, since Voldemort (yes, I can now say his name; no need to be afraid) had died. I had secretly admired Tom Marvolo Riddle (Voldemort’s birth name) though, because of his intelligence, passion and love for magic. Wasn’t he very clever to think of and conjure his seven
Horcruxes to preserve his life, or form a clan of
Death Eaters who were very loyal to him and would give up their lives just for him to succeed? Not everybody can acquire that much loyalty from people these days. I do not, however, admire him for the way he had carried out all of his plans. He had a good agenda, his means just weren’t morally right. But he still is one of the darkest wizards of all time… and let’s leave it that way.
Oh, for all those who are baffled of what I’m saying here and who the heck I am, my name is
Christine Faye Ordas, and I am an alumnus of Hogwarts. I came from the bronze-and-blue-clad house of the smart ass witch Rowena Ravenclaw and her dictum
“Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.” And yes, I know the wonderful Luna Lovegood (she’s such a darling) and Harry Potter’s first crush Cho Chang. I had just left Hogwarts last May. Right now I am trying to pursue a career in magical researches, literature and writing. It’s my dream to inscribe intellectual books, publish and sell them in
Flourish and Blotts for the future Hogwarts students’ use. I am also planning to credibly write for the
Daily Prophet, the magical world’s primary news bulletin. And of course, I will be very much honored to contribute to Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood’s
Quibbler (hence, my interest in magical researches). I have always found the Lovegoods a fascinating family, and I bet working with and for them will be very exciting. Or maybe, in Merlin’s beard’s time, I can write legends and bedtime stories like the famous – and wickedly brilliant – Beedle the Bard.
And that’s how my life goes these days. I am utterly missing my old school, my friends, the Great Hall, the bronze eagle knocker just outside the Ravenclaw common room, Professor Flitwick (the head of our house), Hogsmeade, the Quidditch matches (although I didn’t actually play for the house), the moving portraits, the castle ghosts, the pumpkins on Halloween, the giant pine trees on Christmas, Rubeus Hagrid’s (Hogwarts’ gamekeeper) tea and treacle fudge – even the crabby Argus Filch (Hogwarts’ caretaker) I miss. Maybe I can visit the school grounds sometimes and see how the magical world’s been doing since Voldemort died (I’ve been spending my months in the muggle world, you see). I’ve heard everybody’s been moving on and starting all over again; the ministry is back on work under Kingsley Shacklebolt; and Harry Potter’s scar haven’t been disturbing him since.
All is well, indeed.
And because of that, we should celebrate and drink firewhisky! Oh, I still don’t drink firewhisky; I can take butterbeer or tea or pumpkin juice – just not firewhisky, please.
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