Early morning today, I woke up excited. This is because I would be the student principal of UP for the whole day. I came to school at exactly 7:25am. Only 5 minutes before the classes start. I came to the office and searched for Prof. Purita Baltazar, our school principal. But she wasn't there.
So I decided to be in class in our Calculus subject. Michael and Jann, the acting calculus teachers, discussed about derivatives (d^2y/dx^2). After that, I took off and did my duty as the acting principal. Mdm. Mercado, the school clerk, told me to roam around the campus to check if there would be teachers in each homeroom. And I did. By the time I came back to the office, Prof. Baltazar came. She tasked me to make drafts for 2 circulars (regarding make-up classes for first years and the giving of cards) and a memorandum for the faculty members. I had fun doing these tasks. I showed her what I have written.
When she saw what I did, she was quite happy. She said it was okay. Have you ever felt appreciated for your work? If yes, I felt the same a thousandfold. This is because I got to do what a principal does, and that is an accomplishment for me.
I also got to have a conference regarding tardiness with a UP student. I didn't know exactly what to do in a conference. But I just told that person to try harder not to be late. I just did what was done to me when I had a conference with Prof. Baltazar.
I was also asked by Prof. Baltazar to have a meeting with all homeroom chairpersons. We discussed about how to improve the circular returns, attendance, and cleanliness of each homeroom.
The closing program occured 3:15pm this afternoon. I had the chance to have the welcome address. This is my speech:
Beloved faculty and staff, students, Good Afternoon!
Being a student is a serious work. We have to face hard lessons for us to grow into better people. You may agree with me when I say that it is tough being a student. But it is tougher being a teacher or being a staff member. You have to prepare for your lessons each night and try to make your students learn and understnd during the day.
During this KYSD, some of us felt what it is like being a teacher or a staff member. With this, we got to respect them more because of what they have done for us.
Thank you for everything! Good afternoon once again.
That is pretty much my day.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
to be a high school student principal...
In every school year in UP, there is an event that is called KYSD. KYSD (Know Your School Day) is an annual event that is the UP version of Teachers' Day. KYSD is an event where students take the position of the faculty and staff of the school to let the students feel and learn what it is to be a teacher/staff member of a school. It is an event where the teachers are given a well-deserved rest from their work and let the students substitute for them.
During my freshman year, I applied for the position of being an Assistant to the Principal (usu. mistaken for Asst. Principal). I was ineffective because of two reasons. One: I was just a high school freshman. I was not acquainted of being an assistant to the principal. I was just too young for that task. Two: After realizing that I was futile if I don't know what I would do, I went to class instead of being in the principal's office where I was supposed to be. I also applied for the position of being a math teacher. I still remember my lesson during my day as a math teacher-ratio. I was very irascible during the first year. So, if some weren't able to understand, I would be very angry and shout at them. (I am not an effective teacher...)
During the second year, I applied for the position of being a chemistry teacher. I love that subject. I could learn lessons in that subject with ease. I wanted to share my knowledge in that subject to my fellow students. Once again, I was still irascible. I got angry with the noise that they made when I was teaching. So much with that, I skip to the next part.
Junior year, I got tired so I didn't apply for any position at all. I can't elaborate on this more because there is nothing to elaborate about. *grin*
Now, I joked about applying to be the principal. I didn't want to be one. But I wanted to be challenged. I wanted to know and to learn from what a principal does. So I applied for the position. I was interviewed thoroughly. I was shaking from nervousness that I felt from the interview. I got the position. I got to be a principal for a day.
Just this morning, the opening of the KYSD was held at the open stage. I received my ID as a principal. Gabrielle, my co-principal, and I were handed the key of responsibility by Prof. Daniel Nellas. The giving of the key symbolizes the faculty giving the responsibility of running the school to the students. Gabby was the principal for today. She had her turn. I'll have my turn tomorrow. I hope I would be at least as good as she was today. Just thinking of it, I am now nervous of the huge responsibility I acquired. Though this could be hard, I can learn and be a better person, a more responsible person.
Good luck to me! Come what may...Challenge, here I come!!!
During my freshman year, I applied for the position of being an Assistant to the Principal (usu. mistaken for Asst. Principal). I was ineffective because of two reasons. One: I was just a high school freshman. I was not acquainted of being an assistant to the principal. I was just too young for that task. Two: After realizing that I was futile if I don't know what I would do, I went to class instead of being in the principal's office where I was supposed to be. I also applied for the position of being a math teacher. I still remember my lesson during my day as a math teacher-ratio. I was very irascible during the first year. So, if some weren't able to understand, I would be very angry and shout at them. (I am not an effective teacher...)
During the second year, I applied for the position of being a chemistry teacher. I love that subject. I could learn lessons in that subject with ease. I wanted to share my knowledge in that subject to my fellow students. Once again, I was still irascible. I got angry with the noise that they made when I was teaching. So much with that, I skip to the next part.
Junior year, I got tired so I didn't apply for any position at all. I can't elaborate on this more because there is nothing to elaborate about. *grin*
Now, I joked about applying to be the principal. I didn't want to be one. But I wanted to be challenged. I wanted to know and to learn from what a principal does. So I applied for the position. I was interviewed thoroughly. I was shaking from nervousness that I felt from the interview. I got the position. I got to be a principal for a day.
Just this morning, the opening of the KYSD was held at the open stage. I received my ID as a principal. Gabrielle, my co-principal, and I were handed the key of responsibility by Prof. Daniel Nellas. The giving of the key symbolizes the faculty giving the responsibility of running the school to the students. Gabby was the principal for today. She had her turn. I'll have my turn tomorrow. I hope I would be at least as good as she was today. Just thinking of it, I am now nervous of the huge responsibility I acquired. Though this could be hard, I can learn and be a better person, a more responsible person.
Good luck to me! Come what may...Challenge, here I come!!!
Monday, January 22, 2007
my first plane ride
Last December 10, 2006, I rode in an airplane for the first time. Anxiety almost got the best of me when the pilot started the plane's engines. The plane taxied to the runway. As the plane gained speed, some physics lessons came to my mind. It’s weird, because of all the things that would spring to my mind, physics came. The lesson was about the position of the box when it is dropped from a plane relative to the plane and to the ground. That’s when my thoughts about the lesson were lacking something- I WASN'T IN AN AIRPLANE!
As the plane took off and gained altitude, that was kind of exciting. Like a Ferris wheel, only faster. At last! We were about 33000 ft above ground; I guess that’s very high. From up there, what I saw were mostly white and dark clouds. My first time was a bad timing because Seniang 'visited' the Philippines. Although I saw some clouds that blocked the sun. I guess that is where the movies take the concept of heaven as someplace bright and foggy/cloudy. Aside from the clouds blocking a bird’s eye view of the Philippines, winds were strong- turbulence was significantly present. I was about to throw up. But I didn't. About 1 hour from departure, hello manila!
Manila is pretty much like Cebu. But high rise buildings make manila different from Cebu. Manila is a very busy city. Compared to Cebu, manila's everyday activities are more than two times as fast as Cebu's. No wonder manila is the Philippines' capital. Though it manila is better is Cebu in most aspects, I would still like to live here in Cebu. Cebu is where I was born; it is where I’ll die. For an asthmatic like me, I would not last a week in manila without taking my medicine.
I couldn't wait to go back to Cebu. Yet a trip to UP Diliman shrouded that thought in my mind. I wondered that if I would pass the UPCAT, I would study there. The campus was way better than the college across our campus. All I said was all about the campus, not the quality of education. I have to stop here because even my own self hates myself for stating that.
Well anyway, the trip back to Cebu was far better than that trip from Cebu. Weather was fine. And thus coming back to Cebu was the end of a significant experience I had.
As the plane took off and gained altitude, that was kind of exciting. Like a Ferris wheel, only faster. At last! We were about 33000 ft above ground; I guess that’s very high. From up there, what I saw were mostly white and dark clouds. My first time was a bad timing because Seniang 'visited' the Philippines. Although I saw some clouds that blocked the sun. I guess that is where the movies take the concept of heaven as someplace bright and foggy/cloudy. Aside from the clouds blocking a bird’s eye view of the Philippines, winds were strong- turbulence was significantly present. I was about to throw up. But I didn't. About 1 hour from departure, hello manila!
Manila is pretty much like Cebu. But high rise buildings make manila different from Cebu. Manila is a very busy city. Compared to Cebu, manila's everyday activities are more than two times as fast as Cebu's. No wonder manila is the Philippines' capital. Though it manila is better is Cebu in most aspects, I would still like to live here in Cebu. Cebu is where I was born; it is where I’ll die. For an asthmatic like me, I would not last a week in manila without taking my medicine.
I couldn't wait to go back to Cebu. Yet a trip to UP Diliman shrouded that thought in my mind. I wondered that if I would pass the UPCAT, I would study there. The campus was way better than the college across our campus. All I said was all about the campus, not the quality of education. I have to stop here because even my own self hates myself for stating that.
Well anyway, the trip back to Cebu was far better than that trip from Cebu. Weather was fine. And thus coming back to Cebu was the end of a significant experience I had.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
UPCAT Results
January 22,2007- After finishing everything that I had to do, I turned on the computer and decided to sign in to the Yahoo! Messenger. I thought that when I would be online, there would be no message that I would receive. But a message did appear. Gian, my close friend, sent me an instant message telling me that I passed the UPCAT (University of the Philippines College Achievement Test). I doubted his message and thought a lot about it. It came to my mind that Gian would never lie to anyone at all. I searched for the results in the net. It doesn't hurt to double check, right?
I used Yahoo! to search for results. But to no avail, I didn't find the results. Another close friend of mine told me to look in the URL http://www.upcat.up.edu.ph. I looked it up and found out that the results were already released. I told my mother and my sister about it. I looked for my name. The search was very slow. I was very nervous. Then I saw this:
2007-36604
MONTANO, DAN HENRY YEE
CEBU
BS COMPUTER SCIENCE
I was very happy! My mother congratulated me. My father and my sister also greeted me. Whew! What a relief. My other batchmates also searched for their names and also passed. I searched for my close friends' names. But unfortunately, not all passed. But still, majority of us passed.
The description about what I felt was a little short, don't you think? Well, the joy that I felt was indescribable. That's all. I just wanted to share.
To those who didn't pass, there'll be better circumstances than this. Greetings and salutations to those who passed!
I used Yahoo! to search for results. But to no avail, I didn't find the results. Another close friend of mine told me to look in the URL http://www.upcat.up.edu.ph. I looked it up and found out that the results were already released. I told my mother and my sister about it. I looked for my name. The search was very slow. I was very nervous. Then I saw this:
2007-36604
MONTANO, DAN HENRY YEE
CEBU
BS COMPUTER SCIENCE
I was very happy! My mother congratulated me. My father and my sister also greeted me. Whew! What a relief. My other batchmates also searched for their names and also passed. I searched for my close friends' names. But unfortunately, not all passed. But still, majority of us passed.
The description about what I felt was a little short, don't you think? Well, the joy that I felt was indescribable. That's all. I just wanted to share.
To those who didn't pass, there'll be better circumstances than this. Greetings and salutations to those who passed!
My Journalism Class Masterpiece
In the first semester of this schoolyear, I was part of the journalism class. I do not think that my writings are the best, but I think this one is pretty good. I'd like to share it. Here it is:
My High School Experience
By: Dan Montaño
They say that high school life is the best, I think it’s not. It is just because it is too early to conclude. But it is definitely one of the best things that life offers.
June 2003, the first day of iskolar2007’s high school life. It was a bright sunny day. No one knew me then. I was a complete stranger, a complete nobody, an enigma. I was feeling a bit peculiar because I was from an all-boy school. I didn’t know how to interact with the opposite sex. I was feeling a bit odd, a little bit nervous. Introducing me was not an option I wanted to do. But every first day of classes for the freshmen must have a little “getting-to-know-you” segment. I didn’t know how, didn’t know why, but I felt very nervous introducing myself. When it was over, I felt nice. I felt that all I said was enough for others to know me. But I was wrong.
They saw me as the boy with a very high pride. I think I knew it but still didn’t listen. I am proud, so what?! I don’t comment about you. But I knew later on that I had to change. To change myself would be the best thing for me. And I did!
I didn’t change fast. The transformation took me one whole school year. It was during the sophomore year that I started to know myself fully. I was a bit less proud, lazy and arrogant boy. But others saw a lot more. They saw me as an intelligent, funny, reliable, generous, understanding, and respectful math wizard. Though I felt others might have just overseen me. I was not all that. But if others saw me like that, maybe I was.
I felt good about myself because of those things they described about me. I knew I was lazy, but others saw me as reliable. That gave me a confidence boost that was enough to make me an honor student. Though I was doing well in my studies, I wanted to excel more. I wanted to be the best. But no matter how hard I tried, I was still dragged down by my signature laziness. And also my addiction to the Massive Multiplayer Online Role-playing Game (MMORPG), Ragnarok. Many people said that I should stop, but I let it pass through my other ear.
It has been my bad habit to not listen to what other say. I always do what I want to do. It has been a cause of the hatred others have of me. Once again, my pride wins me more enemies.
People have pride, but mine is just a lot bigger than others. With each passing day of high school life, I learned to be humble for a change. When II-Palma placed a high rank in a radio quiz, my ego showed his traces once again.
Moving to junior year, I was again the most prideful of the section. High school life seems better with each passing day. This year was so great. I knew myself a whole better. I found out that deep inside, my personality was impressive. I have a short temper. I am mostly angry. I was not the best person to be friends with. Yet people still befriended me. I looked at it as an opportunity to change once again. With a little self-anger management, I transformed into a kinder person. Perhaps it was just a desperate move to be a better person to please people, or just something to be proud of. I started to smile everyday because the anger that filled my heart was all gone. I was a whole new person. The bonus was the addiction to Ragnarok was gone too.
Though Ragnarok was out of my life, DotA came along. And again, a whisper told me to stop. It was like an involuntary action to not listen to that whisper. Many times have I rejected those whispers. And soon enough, those whispers telling me to stop stopped. I found myself fully addicted to DotA. Every dismissal was my daily appointment to this heinous game. I soon got bored of the game, but I know that my interest would come back sometime. I was again addicted to the game. Aside from having fun with the game, I was getting close with my batch mates. I had closer friends.
Every good thing has to end, It is inevitable. High School life is approaching its end. We will be graduating soon. Only one year more and we will be out in the world to fulfill our own dreams. But before that, we still had another school year to battle together. Through all our 4 school years that 2 sections battle, they battle together in the game called life. And even if the 2 sections battle each other, peace is still the victor in the end.The senior year will still be a long and bumpy ride. But whatever storms we go through, iskolar2007 would still have 64 members- all friends, no hatred, and no hidden matters. Let us all go and battle all life throws at us together.
Did you have a wonderful time reading it? I felt the same writing it.
My High School Experience
By: Dan Montaño
They say that high school life is the best, I think it’s not. It is just because it is too early to conclude. But it is definitely one of the best things that life offers.
June 2003, the first day of iskolar2007’s high school life. It was a bright sunny day. No one knew me then. I was a complete stranger, a complete nobody, an enigma. I was feeling a bit peculiar because I was from an all-boy school. I didn’t know how to interact with the opposite sex. I was feeling a bit odd, a little bit nervous. Introducing me was not an option I wanted to do. But every first day of classes for the freshmen must have a little “getting-to-know-you” segment. I didn’t know how, didn’t know why, but I felt very nervous introducing myself. When it was over, I felt nice. I felt that all I said was enough for others to know me. But I was wrong.
They saw me as the boy with a very high pride. I think I knew it but still didn’t listen. I am proud, so what?! I don’t comment about you. But I knew later on that I had to change. To change myself would be the best thing for me. And I did!
I didn’t change fast. The transformation took me one whole school year. It was during the sophomore year that I started to know myself fully. I was a bit less proud, lazy and arrogant boy. But others saw a lot more. They saw me as an intelligent, funny, reliable, generous, understanding, and respectful math wizard. Though I felt others might have just overseen me. I was not all that. But if others saw me like that, maybe I was.
I felt good about myself because of those things they described about me. I knew I was lazy, but others saw me as reliable. That gave me a confidence boost that was enough to make me an honor student. Though I was doing well in my studies, I wanted to excel more. I wanted to be the best. But no matter how hard I tried, I was still dragged down by my signature laziness. And also my addiction to the Massive Multiplayer Online Role-playing Game (MMORPG), Ragnarok. Many people said that I should stop, but I let it pass through my other ear.
It has been my bad habit to not listen to what other say. I always do what I want to do. It has been a cause of the hatred others have of me. Once again, my pride wins me more enemies.
People have pride, but mine is just a lot bigger than others. With each passing day of high school life, I learned to be humble for a change. When II-Palma placed a high rank in a radio quiz, my ego showed his traces once again.
Moving to junior year, I was again the most prideful of the section. High school life seems better with each passing day. This year was so great. I knew myself a whole better. I found out that deep inside, my personality was impressive. I have a short temper. I am mostly angry. I was not the best person to be friends with. Yet people still befriended me. I looked at it as an opportunity to change once again. With a little self-anger management, I transformed into a kinder person. Perhaps it was just a desperate move to be a better person to please people, or just something to be proud of. I started to smile everyday because the anger that filled my heart was all gone. I was a whole new person. The bonus was the addiction to Ragnarok was gone too.
Though Ragnarok was out of my life, DotA came along. And again, a whisper told me to stop. It was like an involuntary action to not listen to that whisper. Many times have I rejected those whispers. And soon enough, those whispers telling me to stop stopped. I found myself fully addicted to DotA. Every dismissal was my daily appointment to this heinous game. I soon got bored of the game, but I know that my interest would come back sometime. I was again addicted to the game. Aside from having fun with the game, I was getting close with my batch mates. I had closer friends.
Every good thing has to end, It is inevitable. High School life is approaching its end. We will be graduating soon. Only one year more and we will be out in the world to fulfill our own dreams. But before that, we still had another school year to battle together. Through all our 4 school years that 2 sections battle, they battle together in the game called life. And even if the 2 sections battle each other, peace is still the victor in the end.The senior year will still be a long and bumpy ride. But whatever storms we go through, iskolar2007 would still have 64 members- all friends, no hatred, and no hidden matters. Let us all go and battle all life throws at us together.
Did you have a wonderful time reading it? I felt the same writing it.
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