ever since the start of the school year, i have been looking forward to the sembreak. but unfortunately, i have too many activities to attend to; making it impossible for me to even breathe. why is there even a sembreak if it's just going to be consumed by stress?
~o~
i.RSSPC.
we arrived at morms later than most of the other divisions. and the opening parade welcomed us with all of the rest of the divisions lined up in the back ready for the long walk. but it doesn't matter because i don't even want to be in the parade in the first place. i mean, the sun is blazing hot and i sweat a lot, the kind of sweat that you can't just fan away.
i just wanted to see the familiar faces from STEP RSDC and there i saw some members of the camarines norte parliamentary team and some from naga and to my surprise led samartino [masbate parliamentary team member] was there too. and just her sight refreshed all my memories about how badly they spoke, how shallow they thought and how sinister they looked during the awarding. but i didn't have time to fret over all that's happened in a relatively long time. after all, i had to worry about the broadcasting competition before anything else.
ii.radio broadcasting
on our way to guinobatan, we were informed that the broadcasting competition will be held on the first day. of course i was shocked because we would only have just arrived and still tired of the travel not to mention i have only had one day of rehearsals. i was barely ready. so, we didn't attend the opening program instead, we practiced for about an hour until we thought it was enough.
to be blunt, i am not that convinced of some of the people that our coach chose as newscasters. they were barely qualified if the criteria considered are voice projection and diction. ivy and i discussed how we can awaken their potentials and use their strong spots to the team's advantage because there wouldn't be a chance to replace them. lol. after rounds of rehearsals and teaching them how they should deliver their reports, i was fairly satisfied although not ecstatically contented. that would be another story.
the first building was where the lecture took place and the first quarter of the news writing. right in the middle of our writing, the lights turned off. but the facilitators didn't do anything so we kept on writing using only the light from our cellular phones. finally, after about twenty minutes of writing in the dark, we were told to transfer to the main building where we continued to write the script and the news. when we finished, the facilitator told us to eat our dinner. we were allowed to have a break for fifteen minutes which emphasizes my amazing race proposition. i ate like a hungry horse swallowing and swallowing, gulping and gulping. as soon as i finished, i ran right back to the building and went over the news articles of my newscasters, telling them how to deliver their articles.
the next minute, we were again told to transfer to the library where we can practice some more. talk about amazing race morms edition. so we did. there we polished our script, how we'd deliver it and rested to harness enough energy for the presentation. while i was sitting i noticed this girl behind me and since i was not that tired i started a conversation. she was really gregarious and she reminded me of a friend from IV-newton, france.
when it was our turn, i wasn't nervous because i know we had this perfected and we only had to suffer for five minutes. and it started...we began the presentation with a strong intro... bicol prime 101.1!!
everything was going so smoothly until my last newscaster stammered and mispronounced a single very simple word. my broadcasting world came crumbling into small pieces to the point that i bit our script, turned around and almost yelled of frustration because i even read to him his whole article so that he wouldn't get tongue-tied. but the show had to go on.
we ended the show with a strong extro.
going back to the room, i had a chance to think. i had a chance for it all to simmer down. although we might not be able to bag the award for best presentation, i could still be the best anchor. and that was what i kept hoping for.
~o~
i.RSSPC.we arrived at morms later than most of the other divisions. and the opening parade welcomed us with all of the rest of the divisions lined up in the back ready for the long walk. but it doesn't matter because i don't even want to be in the parade in the first place. i mean, the sun is blazing hot and i sweat a lot, the kind of sweat that you can't just fan away.
i just wanted to see the familiar faces from STEP RSDC and there i saw some members of the camarines norte parliamentary team and some from naga and to my surprise led samartino [masbate parliamentary team member] was there too. and just her sight refreshed all my memories about how badly they spoke, how shallow they thought and how sinister they looked during the awarding. but i didn't have time to fret over all that's happened in a relatively long time. after all, i had to worry about the broadcasting competition before anything else.
ii.radio broadcasting
on our way to guinobatan, we were informed that the broadcasting competition will be held on the first day. of course i was shocked because we would only have just arrived and still tired of the travel not to mention i have only had one day of rehearsals. i was barely ready. so, we didn't attend the opening program instead, we practiced for about an hour until we thought it was enough.
to be blunt, i am not that convinced of some of the people that our coach chose as newscasters. they were barely qualified if the criteria considered are voice projection and diction. ivy and i discussed how we can awaken their potentials and use their strong spots to the team's advantage because there wouldn't be a chance to replace them. lol. after rounds of rehearsals and teaching them how they should deliver their reports, i was fairly satisfied although not ecstatically contented. that would be another story.
~o~
the actual competition was very tiring. the first hour was set for the lecture, the next for the news writing, the following for the rehearsal and the last for the presentation. i guess you could call the contest an amazing race because not only did we confront a number of obstacles, we also had to transfer from one building to the next and we did that fore two times; making us occupy three buildings.
the first building was where the lecture took place and the first quarter of the news writing. right in the middle of our writing, the lights turned off. but the facilitators didn't do anything so we kept on writing using only the light from our cellular phones. finally, after about twenty minutes of writing in the dark, we were told to transfer to the main building where we continued to write the script and the news. when we finished, the facilitator told us to eat our dinner. we were allowed to have a break for fifteen minutes which emphasizes my amazing race proposition. i ate like a hungry horse swallowing and swallowing, gulping and gulping. as soon as i finished, i ran right back to the building and went over the news articles of my newscasters, telling them how to deliver their articles.
the next minute, we were again told to transfer to the library where we can practice some more. talk about amazing race morms edition. so we did. there we polished our script, how we'd deliver it and rested to harness enough energy for the presentation. while i was sitting i noticed this girl behind me and since i was not that tired i started a conversation. she was really gregarious and she reminded me of a friend from IV-newton, france.
when it was our turn, i wasn't nervous because i know we had this perfected and we only had to suffer for five minutes. and it started...we began the presentation with a strong intro... bicol prime 101.1!!
everything was going so smoothly until my last newscaster stammered and mispronounced a single very simple word. my broadcasting world came crumbling into small pieces to the point that i bit our script, turned around and almost yelled of frustration because i even read to him his whole article so that he wouldn't get tongue-tied. but the show had to go on.
we ended the show with a strong extro.
going back to the room, i had a chance to think. i had a chance for it all to simmer down. although we might not be able to bag the award for best presentation, i could still be the best anchor. and that was what i kept hoping for.
~o~
on the day of the awarding, we first went to a resort in the heart of guinobatan since it's too hard to find a vacant and water-equipped bathroom in morms.
during the afternoon, all of us were too anxious to the point that my allergic rhinitis attacked me again. waiting for the radio broadcasting results seemed like an eternity but when it finally came, it was like i wanted everything to stop forever. but it nevertheless did not. when the award for the best anchor was being presented, i crossed my fingers for my name to be called but much to my dismay, i did not make it.
the next awards did not matter much except the award for best presentation. we were 2nd. it was okay because i knew we didn't did too well [well, at least one of us didn't.] so, just for the sake of receiving the award i went up the stage and had the medal put on my neck. smiled for the cameras and went down. frustrated and angered at myself for not being better.
but i realized all i had done was what the spur of the moment required me to do. and that's all that matters.
and, i did not have the right to criticize my newscaster's ability. after all, offering a helping hand is better than pointing an accusing finger.
during the afternoon, all of us were too anxious to the point that my allergic rhinitis attacked me again. waiting for the radio broadcasting results seemed like an eternity but when it finally came, it was like i wanted everything to stop forever. but it nevertheless did not. when the award for the best anchor was being presented, i crossed my fingers for my name to be called but much to my dismay, i did not make it.
the next awards did not matter much except the award for best presentation. we were 2nd. it was okay because i knew we didn't did too well [well, at least one of us didn't.] so, just for the sake of receiving the award i went up the stage and had the medal put on my neck. smiled for the cameras and went down. frustrated and angered at myself for not being better.
but i realized all i had done was what the spur of the moment required me to do. and that's all that matters.
and, i did not have the right to criticize my newscaster's ability. after all, offering a helping hand is better than pointing an accusing finger.
~o~
p.s. i met a lot of people! that's one of the best things in participating in events like this!
~o~
Tabaco Prime 101.1
"Entertainment at its BEST, finding TRUTH is our Quest!"
Tabaco Prime, News Line
"Fostering understanding through Fearless Broadcasting!"
~o~
~o~
Tabaco Prime 101.1
"Entertainment at its BEST, finding TRUTH is our Quest!"
Tabaco Prime, News Line
"Fostering understanding through Fearless Broadcasting!"
~o~
- sembreak-it's the time of year that allows one to contemplate on things that need or need not be, where revelations may arise and changes may occur or it may just be a brief pause in one's academic career, allowing one to take a rest in between all of those schoolwork.
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3 comments:
how could you post the pic where i looked like a newborn alien kind?!i hate you,.hahaha!
*curse*
:P
hay.,sembreak should be relabelled "not-so-stress-breaking break". haha.,bear with this muna, we'll try to think of something shorter.haha!
:)
*new-born
haha. eh yan lang naman ang available eh. haha. c:
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