7:54 am. I received a text message coming from our Editor-In-Chief.
The text is simple "Jane, are you free today?plz rply asap"
That text message made me realize 3 things.
1. I just woke up and haven't wash my face yet just to check my tweets.
(im currently waiting for updates about my Super Junior-M album order)
2. I almost skipped breakfast.
3. I have no load to reply. what should I do?!!!
As an expert in SMS, (Yes! I comsidered my self as a pro in texting) I have sensed already that SMS like that are important and should be replied.
Then I received another SMS telling me to go to school , 'coz we are covering an event there the whole day.
Since I don't have a load, I haven't ask him what event.
Then it dawned on me.
I'm needed in school and I haven't eaten my breakfast moreover I haven't taken a bath yet!!
I take a bath in haste and just pick some random yet decent clothes to wear.
It wasn't stated there to be there as soon as possible, but the thing is you don't want to be fashionably late.
Even to VIPs and speakers, being late is like an invitation for criticism. So why should I wish that I would be fashionably late.
TIME is running.
Adding another bad luck, my mom wouldn't let me go until my dad would return.
This made me frown. Why? 'coz my dad is on the road for his daily "biking-in-the-morning-for-less-carbon-imprint" .
After 10 mins. of waiting, he arrived at our gate and I ask permission from him by explaining to him why should i be in school in one breath.
Haah! The moment he said yes, that was when I finally exhaled and hurriedly got out.
Then as I waited outside to hail a "tricycle", not one passed by 'coz all that pass
by are those "illegal single motorcycle".
Oh great!!! This is really not my day!!
I arrived at the venue almost 10am, luckily the event also started late so I just missed some parts of it.
The first thing I did when I arrived was to ask what was the event all about.
A peace forum, they answered.
Oh..okay! I sat down at the back, brought out my pen and paper from my bag.
Did I mentioned that the bag that I used was like my emergency bag that I usually grab in times like this?
That bag contains a pen and paper, some beauty necessities (im a seven-teen,so that's why), and a mini-medical kit.
I called it emergency bag 'coz it contains those stuff that I need, when I'm needed in an important location and I don't have the time to put things on a bag.
Back to the forum, I thought my bad luck already ended the moment I stepped inside the venue.
But then again, expect the unexpected.
I just arrived in time for the workshop, then the MC told us to group ourselves and announced some random rules, that the one with the longest hair should be the "facilitator".
Oops.. Now I know why I really wanted to cut my hair last week.
Everyone looked at me 'coz I was the one with longest hair.
It wouldn't be recognizable if I didn't parted my hair in half and let it loose on my shoulders.
'Hey! where's justice?!!'
Can't we amend the rule?
'For instance, following the order of seniority.'
I have the courage to say those 'coz I'm the youngest..( Yes! I know I'm evil..xD)
But they don't listen to me nor did they hear me..
Why? 'coz that voice was just in my head... >_<
WHAT SHOULD I DO?? How can I facilitate if I have developed a phobia being in front,
talking with all these people.
It's like "GOODBYE COMFORT ZONE, HELLO REALITY!"
Reality , because of the fact that instances like this is ...
I just blew my bangs in defeat.
To summarize what I feel that time..
I was shocked..
I was surprised..
I feel shame..
Why?
'coz the participants in that forum and my would be group members are only professionals.
should I emphasize it?
P-R-O-F-E-S-S-I-O-N-A-L-S..
There are LtCol.,P/Supt., Teachers, Tribe representatives of Indigenous People, Members of the National Press Club, Academes.
and I was the youngest in that Forum including from the working staff, participants,Guest/Speakers.
The only SEVEN-TEEN.
Good thing, one of my teacher in my major subject in last semester was my co-member,
He guided me on the first part of the workshop.
The most hated thing I wouldn't want to experience was unavoidable on the the third workshop.
Aside from being the "facilitator", I was assigned as the "reporter".
FIINNNEEE!!! I'm just endure this one last time..
Can you imagine, me, having a fear of talking in front of my group mates.
It can't be compared to what I was feeling when I'm reporting in front of those delegates and professionals.
To quote the famous questions in pageants.
Q: Are you feeling nervous, right now?
My answer would be..
Heck! Yeah!! I'm nervous and I'm so tensed that
I can already feel the coldness of my hands.
After the reporting, the army and the police that were my group mates congratulated me by a hand shake.
They teased me, or rather some of those who hand shake with me teased me about
my cold hands..
Then there was a Commitment for Peace through Art, wherein we wrote our names and put our thumb marks on a painting about peace.
The painter was one of our city's best artist, Mr. Jun Porlares.
There's still some activities after this,
but it's not that important already since it almost the end of the program.
*yawn* I guess writing this took me almost an hour since I arrived home..
Now, I can put something on my ' WHAT I DID LAST SUMMER'.
An unofficial tradition paper essay every start of semester.
Gotta go to sleep now..
GOOD NIGHT!! xD
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