ROCK ON BABY;

Saturday, November 18, 2006

I thought I've gotten over it, but I just found out two days ago that I was wrong.

It all started when the DSPC delegates were excused from their respective classes so they could go to West Central I Elementary School. That's where the said event was held. When I saw them filing out of their rooms, I couldn't help but think that if only I did better during the local press con, i could've been one of them.

I felt exactly the way I did when I found out that I didn';t make it to the division, except that no tears fell this time.

I suddenly remembered my old DSPC days: I always couldn't sleep the night before. Once I would arrive in school, my friends would greet me with "good luck Kath!" or "kaya mo yan, tol! ikaw pa!".

At WCES, I would always leave something written on which ever chair I sit on; call it a remembrance.

I also remembered how I always felt that my knees would give way whenever I was called up the stage to claim my prize, how my co-delegates would be beaming up at me, and me back at them.

Those were the days.

To tell you the truth, I hoped that most of my schoolmates would lose; I thought that maybe I would feel a lot better if they did. But the results didn't turn out the way I wanted them to. Most of them qualified for the regionals, so it's safe to say that I was a bit pissed when I found out.

Anyway, they're not going anywhere far. They're only going to San Carlos, which is near compared to where the regionals were held when I attended: Ilocos Norte.

I know i shouldn't lose hope. There's still next year, anyway. Would I make it to the regionals then? No one knows, for sure.

ROCK THE HOUSE DOWN AT;
10:06 AM