Hundreds of memories refreshed my head as I remember the flashbacks and reverberations from my clip of yore. My past RSPC old ages were non rather in high liquors. I did non win any competition in Journalism ; a sad smiling was ever drawn on my face every now and so.
It was non easy to retrieve after all the downs. letdowns. dissatisfaction. and reverses. But this year’s Regional Schools Press Conference brought me into the new universe where all dreams came true and fairy tales did be. New friends came into my life and new-fangled memories were made to convey smilings in everyone’s face. Bayugan City is what they call it. This is where the 2012 RSPC was held. Strong rivals conflict in for the honor of their division and school. Vigorous cheers and cries rocked in the secondary school to allow everyone cognize that they have what it takes to be a regional victor and national qualifier.
Spanking faces welcomed me into the new chapter of my life as a journalist. Another undertaking to finish and another competition to win. But after all those academic head activities. still a clump of brainsick friends environment and do me happy as each cherished twenty-four hours base on ballss. Typically. journalists from schools are nervous for what subject will be given. who will be their monitors and the inquiry that can non be round is “Will I Win? ”
Well. everything happens for a ground. Sometimes you have to exercise unmeasurable attempts to win up a conflict but besides the competition. I expect the reminiscences of merriment with my co-contestants of my school and the division. I admit that I don’t truly know everyone of my division but I do cognize that everyone of us wanted to run into each other.
Delay! I know you are waiting for the love narrative chapter of this narrative. right? Well. that portion is ever present. This I call “Mr. JE” was with me. A batch of ne’er seen before scenes happened those darks. And retrieve Mr. _ _ _ _ ? My greatest enemy? I caught him gazing at me. non merely one time and but 4
times. don’t admiration why I know. I counted it! And certainly he besides saw me gazing at me. Actually. there were three princes with me in RSPC but decidedly I know “Mr. JE” would be my prince in world. Just kidding!
The dark before the twenty-four hours that the victors will be aanounced was made memorable. Music picture of Call Me Maybe. Glad You Came and Live While Were Young. I can state that my co-journalists are truly brainsick and they made everyone including our Tatay Jay and Mama Ghen enjoyed that dark. Disruptive voices and picks of merriment filled our headquarter. We did non blow any msec. because in life there are no rewinds. At the twenty-four hours of announcing of the first past the station. We did non win in any single competition but think what? “Champion in Collaborative Desktop Publishing Secondary Level English Category. BAGANI”” . announced by the talker. Everyone was shocked and traumatized emotions mixed up. We did non anticipate this to go on and we straight rushed to the phase like we own it. Thankss to our managers who exerted huge support.
As the twenty-four hours easy come to an terminal. place Sweet place at last. I grabbed my diary and wrote up those remembrances. Surely. the exuberance that we had in Bayugan will ever be treasured though it will ne’er go on once more but it will ever be etched in our heads everlastingly.
