To tell you the truth...
(title inspired by Emi's speech)
I originally wasn't going to run in the ESC Elections. Since last year I was always thinking about whether I should run or not, and when February came, my decision was that I wouldn't run and that I was going to focus on my studies and on college entrance exams. There was that lingering thought against that the filing for candidacy drew nearer, but I'd always push it away.
One day we were in the clinic having a check-up for the PSYSC Convention when Emi said to me, "Denise takbo ka." I already knew he would be running for president. And I had no idea what came over me but I replied confidently, "Sige."
That afternoon, Sir Renz asked who were going to run for the elections. I hesitated at first because I didn't know what position to run for. And I admit, I am not proud, that I took a position that had no other candidates yet: Committee Head on Discipline. We all met with Emi right away. And we immediately had a problem. Emi's party was already created, but we weren't allowed to have a party with members that came from one batch. The next days one of our original members was disqualified, and we recruited a member from the freshmen.
After that we got busy with the quarterly exams. I was not thinking about the elections. I was too damn busy reviewing. Four days of tests, and on Thursday, we were called to sign our form of candidacy. Then we planned on what we were going to do for the miting de avance the next Monday. We decided we were going to make a video showing our platforms, nature, purpose, etc.
The next day, Friday, achievement holiday, we met up at the school to shoot the video. But the 4th year graduation practices were ongoing, so our time was kind of wasted there. When Ate Mika was announced valedictorian and Ate Alayne only 1st Honorable Mention, I was completely horrified. What if I just go down to being 10th honorable? was the question running through my mind. And I thought, if I don't win, it's gonna be okay, so that I'll be able to focus on my studies more. After all, Ate Mika wasn't ESC, and she still got the highest award. So I didn't care. . . . But still, there was that rush of campaigning.
Sunday morning, before our meeting, Emi sent me his speech so that I can print it. I read the whole thing, and I was completely downgraded with what I had written. So I wrote a new one before leaving and headed to school again for planning. Unfortunately we weren't allowed there since it was a Sunday so we went to Patrick Ilao's house at Estates 2. (Ah, the Mira memories.) Abby met with us, and she helped us with our speeches. How awesome? Then we started planning for our entrance in the miting de avance. And damn, was the idea awesome. :D They bought the stuff at National Book Store then assigned them to us, so we could do our part. Mine was a fail that night. Wew!!
Anyways, the next day, Monday, we all went to school early to practice our entrance. Joanna, she made the damn silver pen I was supposed to used work. Haha! :)) Then Abby practiced us with our entrance later. We practiced and we practiced and we practiced. Then we ate lunch altogether. And after eating, we changed our clothes. We were in such a hurry because we were the first. And then. . . .
Picture this. Sing by Glee in the background. Two by two, by position, we enter, runway walking, with a bully word hanging on our necks. We're wearing black blazers, white polo/blouse, bright colored plain shirt, and black slacks. Emi, Meg and Paige are the last to enter. Two by two again, we go to the front of the group, tear our bully words, open our polos, revealing a strong word attached to our shirt inside. Then, our 4th year campaign managers, wearing the same formal wear, open their blazers too, but there's nothing attached to their front . . . for the words "I Go For VOTE" are on their backs. Finally, we candidates take five steps forward and shout "VOTE!" then head to our seats.
My bully word was "Lame." And it failed. See, I was so excited to tear that black paper off that I forgot to unbutton my blouse to let them see my strong word, which was "Awesome." I was like, DAMN!!! Total fail me. -___- Still I wouldn't let it bring me down. And then we all made our speeches. I was completely shaking when I was about to deliver mine, and y'know what? I got freaking cut off by Sir Chris. :)) I was one of the three -- and the only ones who got cut off came from our party. Wow. O_O Anyway, I thought I made a good speech but it turned out some didn't hear because my voice wasn't loud enough. And I admit, I got depressed and all disappointed with myself. Why? Because then, I didn't care whether I would win or not, but I wanted to show everyone what I could be capable of through my speech and my answer in the Q&A portion. And it saddened me to think that not everyone heard what I had to say. And then I thought, "What if I lose because they didn't hear me in my speech? What kind of losing is that?" If I was going to lose, I certainly wouldn't allowing that to be the reason of my defeat. No way. So yes, I was down.
The next day we woke up early yet again because we were given the chance to have a room-to-room campaign with the Grade 6 students. It was . . . erm . . . fun? :) Haha. I didn't want to hear the results because I didn't want to be given false confidence, or the other way around. And afternoon came and we stayed in Mirabello and started shading those circles. Then they started recording the ballots. Man, was I scared. After about 15 ballots, we went outside to check the other classrooms and the ongoing polls. And my head started to ache so bad and my body felt weak and I felt colder than ever. . . . *sigh* Emi got depressed because he didn't want to be the president when his officers aren't . . . well . . . the best. Aww. :(
And my head was still hurting and so I went to the classroom to take a nap. It took about two or three hours, then we ESC candidates were called to the AVR for the announcement of the winners. The funny thing was, we didn't get to go inside the AVR just yet. I mean really, we had to wait about 30 minutes before they let us in, and another 30 minutes (which seemed like an hour) before Kuya Carlo and Sir Chris come with the results. And they were given. :O
Now I am standing as the Committee Head on Discipline, and this is the story of how I came to be here. :D (Woo! Drama!) But yes. This is the start of my life. :)
Emi is President by the way! A big hand! =D>
Labels: journal, school, VOTE
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
7:31 PM