however, that didn't work too.
don't ask me why. (",)
10.12.05
but... "beforehand, i would like to state the guidelines for this competition..." said a bespectacled science teacher-judge. those words (not she herself) earned unexplicable silence. several avogadro students exchanged nervous glances...
"a violation of any of these rules would grant an automatic disqualification for the group."
"the choir is supposed to sing two christmas carols, one each in english and filipino. medleys are not allowed, and so are plus-one tapes used in presentations. expensive attires are discouraged."
maybe i've never written anything in this site about sharp, newly-flinted daggers. i strongly feel that now is the right time... three daggers, for starters:
we were not aware of these freakin' guidelines. no one mentioned to us anything about these... they never said anything about using english and filipino only for the songs.
it is not our responsibility to find out what these guidelines are, but it is their obligation to tell us the rules, and tell us way before the contest proper! they're teachers, don't they know that?
moreover, it is our right to know and understand fully what amendments were made even before the students started planning for the event. goodness, they've been holding carolfests for already a long time, so won't it be natural if we students assume that there's nothing new about it?
yeah, right. contests are not about winning. but it's not about losing, too! how much more if your presentation was merely an unannounced intermission number, and all the time you were thinking about winning, or not losing, when you're not really part of the contest after all? hey, image is everything!
so, is it our fault that you feel so insecure, that you don't understand german, and that we do have a gist of what is it about? hell, no! we could've won a protest in such cases. we know we're right.
anyway, what do we get for our hardwork, provided that these new established rules will be, again, strictly implemented?
a full-merit automatic disqualification, special thanks to our music adviser for . a major drop-off from possibly the top 3, to bust. and maybe for added bonuses, invisible stickers at every avogadro student's back, saying "me sore loser."
i repeat: image is everything. you teachers look to us as role models to our colleagues. be real frank and honest, guys... why do we suddenly turn out to be overconfident, underachieving grade-crazy students who have certain knacks for straying from rules?
we're greatly distressed, because we feel like we intentionally stabbed daggers into our backs and slashed our vulnerable throats into oblivion, and we, as talented, capable, sensible and intelligent students, know that it's crazily hypothetical that we'd ever do such.
you teachers talk about justice and fair play and good attitude. now, whaddya think? thank you for being so gracious by placing us fifth, by the way.
the bottom line? maybe next time, if ever there's one, we shouldn't be joining relatively talent-hindering, capability-undermining, sensibility-stupefying and intelligence-ridiculing competitions organized by lowly, incompetent, blundering and sickening morality-disoriented educators. how disgusting.
g_b got tired of senseless ranting by 22:08. |
it was just about now when i noticed that people write things about themselves in the profile section of their online diaries. then i looked at my former blog sites, and, it was like... whoa, am i really that weird?
so maybe it's time for a bit of change, a touch of conventionalism. for once, at least.
well, you see the guy in the picture? yeah, that spectacled boy running in haste? that's supposed to be me, j. gabriel de leon y limpin... what does j stand for, you ask? it's for me to know and for you to find out if you still don't know.
i'm a 16-year old boy who wears a pair of glasses, sports unkempt hair, and usually dons loose clothes. i might look a bit plump in the drawing, but in actuality i'm a tall, dark, skinny, frail guy who always forgets to drink his milk and take his breakfast. up to know i still wonder how come i stand at five-feet-eight-inches but weigh only 102 pounds...
way back then, i was a small, plump kid who showed a lot of promise. during parties, my mom and dad would usually strut around and boast of how intelligent, how healthy, how handsome i was. for eight or so years, that had been the case. i got my share of respect, like this little prince...
then came a heartbreak, and high school.
inexplicably, i suddenly became a complacent and idle guy who fell in love with my personal computer too much, even to the point of forgetting if i already had dinner. i was transformed into a student ridiculously full of potential but never getting to use the stuff. i developed a very healthy sleeping habit that made me garner the honorable distinction of being the student earliest for the nth class.
high school went on, heartbreaks pursued at will, and down to oblivion went that once promising young kid. so much for the pride of my parents.
today, i still look back to him. in fact, i'm trying to revive him, after four years of dormancy, or something more like stagnation. impossible, yes, but it's worth a try. too late, maybe, but i'll prove that it's not.
