When we all were still young, we went to elementary. Elementary was all about the general side of learning. We learned the basics. Even every after grading periods were the periodical exams.
I could still remembered the during grade 1, my classmate wasn't able to answer 2 pages because he wasn't able to notice it. The teacher gave him another chance to answer that part of the test. It was one of my first periodical tests.
Now that the Batch 2007 of the University of the Philippines High School in Cebu are about to graduate, there is only one periodical test to meet. Since grade 1, all batch members underwent 39 periodical exams. Only one periodical test is left and we will go to college.
I miss those times during my elementary years that my siblings would help me study and review for the examinations. I miss those times that I would get cranky because my sister would make me read all the lessons if I answered her questions wrong. Some of those I ended up crying because I wanted to go to sleep and she won't let me since I have not finished reviewing. But I am thankful to them because after the examinations, I would get good grades. I can still remember one instance that our science teacher during grade 6 announced the top scorer in the test. She made the announcement a little thrilling. She spelled out the last name of the top scorer (in DBTC, we are recognized by our last names). She started, "M". There were 4 of us whose last names started with the letter M. "O", she spelled out again. 3 were the possible people. "N", still 3 of us. "T", there were 2 of us left. The other shouted with glee (his last name was Montuerto). "A", haha! It was me. I was happy.
During high school, I had to review on my own. It was the time that I had to be independent. In a way, I was still successful since I still get good grades.
Periodical examinations for me is the time wherein I get to recover for my poor performances. It is because it is just the periodicals where I would study. I just don't fell like studying during the ordinary school days. So far I am still triumphant of my efforts to compensate for my perfomance.
I know that in UP, periodical tests are only one-third of my grade. And one-third isn't enough. Isn't it weird that I only study during periodical tests and I can get good grades? Well, it isn't. Though I don't study, I listen in class. As what our lesson in Public Speaking states, listening is hearing and understanding. I am a kind of student that retains what I understand. So, I am still able answer the seatworks and quizzes.
Now that the last periodical test is only 3 days away, I start to feel a little bit nervous because our performances would determine if we are going to graduate. I feel the pressure. But I do hope that all of us would pass. I hope that all of us would graduate. College, here we come!
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
danhenry's time capsule of remembrance...
On the very first day of high school, I was so immature. All the childish toughts were still dominant in my personality. These were a result to 3 years of schooling in an all-boy school. I know that its odd to hear that students from Don Bosco Technology Center (DBTC), a catholic school, would have students who are so-called kiatan. But it is inevitable that boys would be boys. We show off what we have to be on the top. Pride is the result of such actions. Don't wonder why I have too much pride.
I know that it was wrong that I brought that prideful attitude in UP. What can I do? It was who I was. I was wrong and I admit. As time passed, I knew that I had to change my attitude. It was a long process. I think it is impossible that this habit to cease. I admit that it is hard to contain my pride. My ego is just so easy to target. Even little side comments bother me. I want to change.
I want to be remembered as Dan Henry, the person who really wanted to change for the better.
Together with the changing process, I was so filled with laughter. In some instances, my laugh is so sarcastic that it makes other people feel bad. I don't know why but I easily laugh when other people are in mild accidents (i.e. matakilpo ). But not all times that I laughed were the times that others were in bad incidents. I laughed with people mostly. Whenever we had time to bond an just talk, all of us laugh. We laugh when funny moments are recalled. We laugh when we do something weird. We are just being joyful.
I want to be remembered as Dan Henry, the one who laughed with you during good and bad times. The one who makes people smile with his actions. The one who sess life as a simple thing.
A project for me is done with content, not the decorations and other miscellaneous add-ons. For me, the content is the thing that is important in a project. A project is given to enhance researching skills, writing skills, and some other skills. But art projects are those that need to be designed. I believe in the principle simplicity is beauty. I hate designing because I don't know how! (it's my opinion)
I want to be remembered as Dan Henry, the one who always sees things simple and unsophisticated.
But that most important thing that I want to be remembered is being a friend to those who needed a friend. A friend who has a helping hand. A friend who could have pushed you down but helped you back up. A friend who laughed with you in happy times and mourned with you during bad. A friend who didn't leave you hanging. A friend whom you can lend you a crying shoulder. A friend whom you could ask for advice. A friend whom you could release your anger to. (e.g. punch.., not joking!)
I don't want to be remembered just because I am the son of a faculty member or because I was a member of the batch.
I don't want to be remembered as the harsh CWTS officer who was blinded with power. Instead, I want to be remembered as the blinded officer who saw the error of his ways and accepted it to change eventually.
But most of all, I want to be remembered for what I am, not what I had.
I know that it was wrong that I brought that prideful attitude in UP. What can I do? It was who I was. I was wrong and I admit. As time passed, I knew that I had to change my attitude. It was a long process. I think it is impossible that this habit to cease. I admit that it is hard to contain my pride. My ego is just so easy to target. Even little side comments bother me. I want to change.
I want to be remembered as Dan Henry, the person who really wanted to change for the better.
Together with the changing process, I was so filled with laughter. In some instances, my laugh is so sarcastic that it makes other people feel bad. I don't know why but I easily laugh when other people are in mild accidents (i.e. matakilpo ). But not all times that I laughed were the times that others were in bad incidents. I laughed with people mostly. Whenever we had time to bond an just talk, all of us laugh. We laugh when funny moments are recalled. We laugh when we do something weird. We are just being joyful.
I want to be remembered as Dan Henry, the one who laughed with you during good and bad times. The one who makes people smile with his actions. The one who sess life as a simple thing.
A project for me is done with content, not the decorations and other miscellaneous add-ons. For me, the content is the thing that is important in a project. A project is given to enhance researching skills, writing skills, and some other skills. But art projects are those that need to be designed. I believe in the principle simplicity is beauty. I hate designing because I don't know how! (it's my opinion)
I want to be remembered as Dan Henry, the one who always sees things simple and unsophisticated.
But that most important thing that I want to be remembered is being a friend to those who needed a friend. A friend who has a helping hand. A friend who could have pushed you down but helped you back up. A friend who laughed with you in happy times and mourned with you during bad. A friend who didn't leave you hanging. A friend whom you can lend you a crying shoulder. A friend whom you could ask for advice. A friend whom you could release your anger to. (e.g. punch.., not joking!)
I don't want to be remembered just because I am the son of a faculty member or because I was a member of the batch.
I don't want to be remembered as the harsh CWTS officer who was blinded with power. Instead, I want to be remembered as the blinded officer who saw the error of his ways and accepted it to change eventually.
But most of all, I want to be remembered for what I am, not what I had.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
BSPT-my college course??
As what I have talked about in one of my posts that I have a dilemma of choosing what course to take during college. Another choice came into being. I could take up BSPT or Bachelor of Science in Physical Therapy.
This course has something to do basically with the rehabilitation of a healed part of the human body, a healed broken bone for example. This maybe not much but it is fulfilling. With ComSci (Computer Science), I can help businessmen or companies perhaps. With ChemE (Chemical Engineering), I help people indirectly. But with PT (Physical Therapy), I can help people personally. I can help more people. Helping people heal wasn't in my mind when I was younger, but I realized that I wanted to help people.
Being in public service is something that some people want to 'do'. They only entertain them. They only supply them with their basic commodities. But they also look at the profit they could make. Being a physical therapist, a person can serve with his own hands and let the patients feel the care that they need. A gentle rehabilitation for a stressful disaster.
But I still need to look at the fees that have to be paid to become a physical therapist. First of all, there is the tuition fee. Now is the time for weighing things. For the first year, a student has to pay about Php 27600. While for the second year is just about the same. For the third year, about Php 27800. For the fourth year is Php 29100. But BSPT is a five-year course. There is the fifth year. The tuition fee for the fifth year is about a shocking Php 64ooo! It is so expensive! The approximate total is Php 176100.
Good thing that my sister told me that she will pay for my college education. I am very thankful to her because even though she already has a husband, she didn't forget her family. I know that she and her husband would soon make a family of their own, she would still support my education. The problem of the tuition fee is now out of the way.
You may be wondering about one thing: If I want to serve people, why Pt and not nursing?
It is because in nursing, there is a thing called the nightshift or the graveyard shift and PT has a regular 8-hr office hours. I know that in service, there is sacrifice. But I can't sacrifice my health. If I am in a nightshift, my body would be tired because I tire very quick. I can't be able to to my job so well. But with a regular 8-hr schedule, I can rest and be a hundred percent in doing my job.
Another is that if I want to go abroad (IF i want to...), there is also a great demand of PT's there. If salary is being discussed, nursing and PT is just about the same. But my sister told me that PT's have larger salaries because of overtime. But going abroad is not on my mind right now because the people I want to help recover are the Filipinoes. In a way, I can help other Filipinoes.
If I would pass the entrance test and qualify for enrollment, I would take up BSPT.
This course has something to do basically with the rehabilitation of a healed part of the human body, a healed broken bone for example. This maybe not much but it is fulfilling. With ComSci (Computer Science), I can help businessmen or companies perhaps. With ChemE (Chemical Engineering), I help people indirectly. But with PT (Physical Therapy), I can help people personally. I can help more people. Helping people heal wasn't in my mind when I was younger, but I realized that I wanted to help people.
Being in public service is something that some people want to 'do'. They only entertain them. They only supply them with their basic commodities. But they also look at the profit they could make. Being a physical therapist, a person can serve with his own hands and let the patients feel the care that they need. A gentle rehabilitation for a stressful disaster.
But I still need to look at the fees that have to be paid to become a physical therapist. First of all, there is the tuition fee. Now is the time for weighing things. For the first year, a student has to pay about Php 27600. While for the second year is just about the same. For the third year, about Php 27800. For the fourth year is Php 29100. But BSPT is a five-year course. There is the fifth year. The tuition fee for the fifth year is about a shocking Php 64ooo! It is so expensive! The approximate total is Php 176100.
Good thing that my sister told me that she will pay for my college education. I am very thankful to her because even though she already has a husband, she didn't forget her family. I know that she and her husband would soon make a family of their own, she would still support my education. The problem of the tuition fee is now out of the way.
You may be wondering about one thing: If I want to serve people, why Pt and not nursing?
It is because in nursing, there is a thing called the nightshift or the graveyard shift and PT has a regular 8-hr office hours. I know that in service, there is sacrifice. But I can't sacrifice my health. If I am in a nightshift, my body would be tired because I tire very quick. I can't be able to to my job so well. But with a regular 8-hr schedule, I can rest and be a hundred percent in doing my job.
Another is that if I want to go abroad (IF i want to...), there is also a great demand of PT's there. If salary is being discussed, nursing and PT is just about the same. But my sister told me that PT's have larger salaries because of overtime. But going abroad is not on my mind right now because the people I want to help recover are the Filipinoes. In a way, I can help other Filipinoes.
If I would pass the entrance test and qualify for enrollment, I would take up BSPT.
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