last week the annual sports festival/intramurals was finally held. and as expected, it had become the most enjoying fragment of the school year to date! what i didn't expect was that i'd be competing in the search for mr. and ms. intrams '08 [which by the way my mother forbade me from joining.LOL]
i. mr. and ms. intrams senior level
it was the first day of classes since the all saints' day and all souls' day vacation when ma'am bobier screamed my name while i dreamily walked across the halls of ziga building. with gusts of the vacation bonanza still traceable in my sleepy eyes. startled with her loud yell, i went right into her office to see what the matter was. i saw four [or wa s it five? i can't even remember!] other teachers and they started to talk all at once.
maam bobier: jeth, sumali ka sa mr intrams. mamayang hapon na. umuwi ka na at kumuha ng sports attire mo. excuse na kita.
maam boncodin: oo sasali na 'yan! wala siyang choice.
maam cargullo: sige na jeth umuwi ka na at mag-prepare. dadagdagan kita ng grades! wala pa tayong representative [seniors].
maam bobier: oo nga may plus points ka rin sakin. sige na. kumuha ka lang ng shorts, puwede na yun!
jeth: ah, ehh, maam? kasi po. . .and i rode the tricycle and headed home.
maam boncodin: oo sasali na 'yan! wala siyang choice.
maam cargullo: sige na jeth umuwi ka na at mag-prepare. dadagdagan kita ng grades! wala pa tayong representative [seniors].
maam bobier: oo nga may plus points ka rin sakin. sige na. kumuha ka lang ng shorts, puwede na yun!
jeth: ah, ehh, maam? kasi po. . .and i rode the tricycle and headed home.
it took me a while to realize how they ambushed me to join the search just for the seniors to be represented. but i nonetheless obliged. 'the plus grades will be worth it' i thoug ht to myself.
when i returned to TNHS, i proceeded to Bongon Hall and waited for the rehearsals to start. and in just two rounds, the choreographer told us to prepare for the actual search. [talk about instant beauty pageant. LOL] and in just a jiffy, the search proper began. with rose and chai as hosts, i was sure i'd be comfortable during the question and answer portion which is undeniably the most nervce-racking part. what i'd be very uncomfortable with is walking in front of so many people. [i mean, i haven't done this for more than a year!]
and so it began. in uniform first, then, sports attire. i tried to walk as if nobody was there. i guess it worked although it was, for me, a walk in the plank of shame! the most crucial part of a competition like this is the question and answer portion. fortunately, i expressed myself well and said what i wanted to say.
then, the awards were given, minor awards first and major awards second. eduard was called up the st age for best in uniform and shockingly, i was called next for the best in sports attire [which i just randomly pulled out of my closet. LOL]
next; the major awards. 2nd runner up, bob, 1st runner up. . . eduard. who knew? i ended up the senior level title holder? LOL. it wasn't a walk of shame after all.
the top three finalists will represent the seniors in the school level competition. although it made me happy being the winner, the school wide search will require effort and money which was the primary reason why my mother forbade me to engage in contests like this one. but what happened has happened already, i couldn't let down the seniors and my teachers.
~o~
ii. mr. and ms. intrams school level
i was having a big problem during the rehearsals at Lagman Gymnasium especially for the production number because i really didn't know how to dance. alex [the caretaker of Lagman Gym] even told me that i wasn't even moving. LOL. this made me even more worried. i just hoped that i won't make a fool out of myself on th pageant day.
ii.i.pictorial
but before that, we all know that a pageant also has its upturns, one of which is the pictorial. [i'm a photography fanatic!] the candidates posed and smiled for the cameras all day. mamang guard/photographer did his thing and directed how we should move. it felt like aproffesional pictorial session with the electric fans blowing in our faces. LOL. [what's supposed to be the effect of the fan to us boys?LOL]
after the pictorial, the rehearsals continued and i suffered onc3e again everytime mr.riosa[misteryosa] made us dance. but what the heck, i needed to do this if i even want to get in the top five. we went home tired and cramped from all the walking [note:the Lasgman Gym stage is humongous!].
ii.ii. the actual pageant
mr. riosa told us to be in the gym at least 3o minutes ahead of time so, we complied. in my white attire, i waited in the backstage. i almost dozed off because of all the stress caused by this contest. i had to prepare all the attires with minimal help from my mother who was momentarily unsupportive. [momentarily because when the search was looming, it was then that she became mobile in terms of fashioning my attires and all.]
and so minutes passed, nothing happened. i was getting really sleepy when i heard the whine up song playing and saw the Gumamela Girls rolling their hips. [as i type this, i still get nervous.LOL] my nerves started to rack. my knees started to tremble. i was on the verge of quitting. then, the time came, it was our turn to dance. for a moment, i felt immobile but when i went out there, i felt as if i was only playing and hundreds of people were watching. LOL. once the production number ended, everything else ran so smoothly.
next up was the fantasy attire. i was dressed up as the phantom of the opera. my cousin, my mother and i were the ones who made the costume a possibility. haha. good thing the reals of the arts flowed in our veins. i was ready to go out the stage after contestant number 2 [i was number 3] until i saw Dustin coming out too. so there were two people on the stage, me and him. if i continued walking, the drama of the costume that i so exhaustedly choreographed will be disregarded. so i went back the stage. when it was my turn the people screamed: number three, number three! i was ecstatic, it motivated me and so i executed the choreography so well that they screamed my name up until i was already in the backstage.
then, sports attire. cocktail attire and the question and answer.
the question and answer this time was different from the usual. instead of being interviewed one by one, we will be given a common question and a folder onto which we will write our corresponding answers within two minutes. my training as a parliamentarian made the task easy for me so i wrote and wrote and wrote anything that came into my mind. when the magic five candidates started to read their respective answers, everybody expressed themselves well. and so my turn came.
the question was:
after that the candidates and i kept in touch and formed a bond of friendship that was most unlikely to happen in a competition.
in the end,no one really remembers how good you were in a competition, what matters is what you've gained from it. the greatest prize i received was anewly found friendship with the mot unlikely people in the campus. :)
~o~
i was having a big problem during the rehearsals at Lagman Gymnasium especially for the production number because i really didn't know how to dance. alex [the caretaker of Lagman Gym] even told me that i wasn't even moving. LOL. this made me even more worried. i just hoped that i won't make a fool out of myself on th pageant day.
ii.i.pictorial
but before that, we all know that a pageant also has its upturns, one of which is the pictorial. [i'm a photography fanatic!] the candidates posed and smiled for the cameras all day. mamang guard/photographer did his thing and directed how we should move. it felt like aproffesional pictorial session with the electric fans blowing in our faces. LOL. [what's supposed to be the effect of the fan to us boys?LOL]
after the pictorial, the rehearsals continued and i suffered onc3e again everytime mr.riosa[misteryosa] made us dance. but what the heck, i needed to do this if i even want to get in the top five. we went home tired and cramped from all the walking [note:the Lasgman Gym stage is humongous!].
ii.ii. the actual pageant
mr. riosa told us to be in the gym at least 3o minutes ahead of time so, we complied. in my white attire, i waited in the backstage. i almost dozed off because of all the stress caused by this contest. i had to prepare all the attires with minimal help from my mother who was momentarily unsupportive. [momentarily because when the search was looming, it was then that she became mobile in terms of fashioning my attires and all.]
and so minutes passed, nothing happened. i was getting really sleepy when i heard the whine up song playing and saw the Gumamela Girls rolling their hips. [as i type this, i still get nervous.LOL] my nerves started to rack. my knees started to tremble. i was on the verge of quitting. then, the time came, it was our turn to dance. for a moment, i felt immobile but when i went out there, i felt as if i was only playing and hundreds of people were watching. LOL. once the production number ended, everything else ran so smoothly.
next up was the fantasy attire. i was dressed up as the phantom of the opera. my cousin, my mother and i were the ones who made the costume a possibility. haha. good thing the reals of the arts flowed in our veins. i was ready to go out the stage after contestant number 2 [i was number 3] until i saw Dustin coming out too. so there were two people on the stage, me and him. if i continued walking, the drama of the costume that i so exhaustedly choreographed will be disregarded. so i went back the stage. when it was my turn the people screamed: number three, number three! i was ecstatic, it motivated me and so i executed the choreography so well that they screamed my name up until i was already in the backstage.
then, sports attire. cocktail attire and the question and answer.
the question and answer this time was different from the usual. instead of being interviewed one by one, we will be given a common question and a folder onto which we will write our corresponding answers within two minutes. my training as a parliamentarian made the task easy for me so i wrote and wrote and wrote anything that came into my mind. when the magic five candidates started to read their respective answers, everybody expressed themselves well. and so my turn came.
the question was:
how can you prove that sports is discipline?
we know that sports consist of activities that are governed by certain rules and customs which we abide to. to be disciplined, we need to have a basis as standards of how we should behave and these rules serve as those bases. sports and discipline; two things that share many affinities and go hand in hand. so engage in sports, endorse discipline, be disciplined.
we know that sports consist of activities that are governed by certain rules and customs which we abide to. to be disciplined, we need to have a basis as standards of how we should behave and these rules serve as those bases. sports and discipline; two things that share many affinities and go hand in hand. so engage in sports, endorse discipline, be disciplined.
as i went back to my seat, still hearing the outrageous claps of the audience, eduard called my name and told me, 'jeth, you'll be mr intrams.' i felt flattered but i didn't expect that i'd win. if that didn't happen, i'd be very frustrated. so its better not to expect fro anything.
as soon as we were all done answering,we were told to go back to the backstage while the committee in computation were done computing. it was like an eternity until we were called back up. tense and stiff, our smiles gradually fading because of the nerves, the 2nd runner up was called, dustin. then, the 1st runner up was called, eduard. when mr. borromeo was announcing who the mr intrams '08 was, i became oblivious of everything else. but the doubt of not being called was still in me.
mr. intrams is. . .candidate number 3! without the event actually sinking in, i took the center stage. the sash was pinned, i recieved the trophy and other prizes. and then, picture taking!
as soon as we were all done answering,we were told to go back to the backstage while the committee in computation were done computing. it was like an eternity until we were called back up. tense and stiff, our smiles gradually fading because of the nerves, the 2nd runner up was called, dustin. then, the 1st runner up was called, eduard. when mr. borromeo was announcing who the mr intrams '08 was, i became oblivious of everything else. but the doubt of not being called was still in me.
mr. intrams is. . .candidate number 3! without the event actually sinking in, i took the center stage. the sash was pinned, i recieved the trophy and other prizes. and then, picture taking!
after that the candidates and i kept in touch and formed a bond of friendship that was most unlikely to happen in a competition.
in the end,no one really remembers how good you were in a competition, what matters is what you've gained from it. the greatest prize i received was anewly found friendship with the mot unlikely people in the campus. :)
~o~
- friendship- you don't choose your friends. friendship chooses you. it can spring from even the least likely of situations.
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