February 20, 1990 , 9:30 am- A couple at Chong Hua Hospital received another blessing from the Lord Almighty. A baby boy was born. The baby was so special because he is the first son that they had (and he is the one and only son!). The couple, Mr. & Mrs. Buenaventura Montaño, named their son Dan Henry. They got the name from a book entitled 'The Golden Cup'.
According to Webster's Dictionary, Dan means 'judge' while Henry means 'home ruler'. From these one can say the the child is wise in making decisions and has authority. But if you truely know the child, you will definitely see that there is more in him than his name. As I think you already know, I am the couple's child.
One of my principles is to enjoy life to the fullest. If you know me, you have known that I am a happy-go-lucky type of person. I seldomly take things seriously. You might think that when it comes to doing things, I would contribute the least help- BUT I DON'T! This is because I give my sincerity to important things. When I need to achieve a goal, I will be very serious. So please see the inner me before judging.
As what my name suggests (Dan - judge), I am definitely a wise person. That might have sounded a little bit like bragging but I certainly wasn't. Wisdom is a value that is about decision making. I was wise enough to choose to study in UP than in other schools. It is where certain chapters in my life happened. There are many other wise decisions that I have made that I don't recall doing so. (*lol*)
But I am definitely a person with a very high pride. I must admit. No matter how hard I try to change that, I can't. I ordinary mingling with friends, that would always show. Even if I don't mean to, the words that come out from my mouth would sound braggy. Though a lot of people say that I am 'hambugero', I can't change. I really need to change this!
Dan Henry as a CWTS officer is my alter ego. He is different person from what I really am. He is very ill-tempered. He is a perfactionist. He insults others that make mistakes. And he is a very hot headed person (though the real Dan Henry is the same...). I am wrong in creating this personality. Firstly, it was a violation in the guidelines for a CWTS officer (You must be the same person as a person and as an officer). I did because I wanted to have my revenge because of the ill treatment we received during our training. But as time passed by, my views changed. If I won't cease this trend, who would? I wanted to stop it because I wanted it to be less harsh.
There are a lot more characteristics that I have that others know but I don't. This is the third window of the Johari's Window. The characteristics that I have talked about are in the first window (I know and everybody knows).
I hope that if I do change, it would be for the better.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Saturday, February 03, 2007
CWTS gasa sa gugma outreach...
A human being starts as 2 cells in different people. These cells unite and become an embryo. This is the conception of a human being. After 9 months, a baby is born. It would be loved by its parent/s. It would be given 24/7 attention. It would be cared for. It would become a part of a family.
This is what happens in every family. As the baby grows, it becomes more special to the eyes of its parents. As the baby, it is loved more. When he/she would start schooling, he gains knowledge that he needs in his life.
He/she grows into a teenager, then an adult, then a senior citizen.
We, the fourth year students of the UP High School Cebu, went to Gasa sa Gugma in Mabolo for their CWTS subject to hold an outreach program last friday. We planned to entertain them with presentations by the different platoons. We went there via Kaoshiung bus. As we entered the place, we started to be excited to give the old people in there the love and care that a family can give.
We arrived there about 2:30pm. We had to switch plans because there was a celebration of the holy mass at 3pm and we were only there until 4:15pm. Instead of having a program, we just gave them our company. We talked to them. Our hearts were touched with what we saw. We came to realize that in due time, we would be in their present condition.
Lola Lucia started to say this: 'gai ko ug sinsilyo sir'. I had a feeling that she was a beggar sometime ago. She was always repeating the alphabet song. More particularly, she was always repeating the part 'Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, and Z'. I can't remember what she was saying because she was eating her words. I wasn't able to decipher what she was saying. But her expression everytime she finishes speaking was unforgetable. Her expression was that she winked her left eye and said 'oher!'. I don't know what that means but I remember it. But I was shocked with what the personnel in the place treated her. I saw that her was threatening to pinch her when she wasn't able to recite the 'Amahan Namo' and the 'Maghimaya ka Maria". I saw the whole thing. Whe was mean! That is no way of treating and old person. She should've understood Lola Lucia. Maybe I was wrong in judging that person. It is a stressful job to take care of dozens of old people. But threatening an old person? I rest my case. I am not the right person to judge the personnel.
Lola Lucia was carried away by another personnel. So I went and approached Lolo Diosdado Trinidad. Lolo Diosdado was saying that 'maghinigugmaay ta kay magigsuon kita'. I thought that in that visit, I would learn something that would be significant in my life. I won't forget that. He also said that we should forgive each other because of the same reason. I think that Lolo Diosdado wasn't able to do that. Maybe he is regretting what he did and tells people so that they won't do the mistake that he has done. Thank you Lo!
I accompanied another old person. But I wasn't able to know his name. He was very forgetful. The others told him that FPJ had died, he would react like this: 'ha? patay na si FPJ? dugay na?'. After a while, they would tell him again, and he would then react the same way. I could just feel the hardships that these old people feel everyday. I don't know if he would forget that we visited them.
Then, I went to accompany another old man. Unlike the others, he spoke in english. Every person that goes near him, he would say either 'You are handsome!' or 'You are beautiful'. It may seem odd, but I idolize him. He sees everything beautifully. He sees that every thing that God has made is beautiful. Yes, I idolize him. As he saw me wearing glasses, he said to me that I was a professor. I was shocked! He then told me that he was an engineer. I wasn't able to hear him say what kind. Maybe he was a mechanical engineer. He gave me a thumbs up. It felt good that a person that I just met would encourage me to study hard.
But it all had to end. We had to return to UP. As we said goodbye to the oldies we visited, tears were a common sight. It felt good to visit Gasa sa Gugma. When I would become a successful man, I would return there and donate what they really need.
I hope that they would all be safe.
This is what happens in every family. As the baby grows, it becomes more special to the eyes of its parents. As the baby, it is loved more. When he/she would start schooling, he gains knowledge that he needs in his life.
He/she grows into a teenager, then an adult, then a senior citizen.
We, the fourth year students of the UP High School Cebu, went to Gasa sa Gugma in Mabolo for their CWTS subject to hold an outreach program last friday. We planned to entertain them with presentations by the different platoons. We went there via Kaoshiung bus. As we entered the place, we started to be excited to give the old people in there the love and care that a family can give.
We arrived there about 2:30pm. We had to switch plans because there was a celebration of the holy mass at 3pm and we were only there until 4:15pm. Instead of having a program, we just gave them our company. We talked to them. Our hearts were touched with what we saw. We came to realize that in due time, we would be in their present condition.
Lola Lucia started to say this: 'gai ko ug sinsilyo sir'. I had a feeling that she was a beggar sometime ago. She was always repeating the alphabet song. More particularly, she was always repeating the part 'Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, and Z'. I can't remember what she was saying because she was eating her words. I wasn't able to decipher what she was saying. But her expression everytime she finishes speaking was unforgetable. Her expression was that she winked her left eye and said 'oher!'. I don't know what that means but I remember it. But I was shocked with what the personnel in the place treated her. I saw that her was threatening to pinch her when she wasn't able to recite the 'Amahan Namo' and the 'Maghimaya ka Maria". I saw the whole thing. Whe was mean! That is no way of treating and old person. She should've understood Lola Lucia. Maybe I was wrong in judging that person. It is a stressful job to take care of dozens of old people. But threatening an old person? I rest my case. I am not the right person to judge the personnel.
Lola Lucia was carried away by another personnel. So I went and approached Lolo Diosdado Trinidad. Lolo Diosdado was saying that 'maghinigugmaay ta kay magigsuon kita'. I thought that in that visit, I would learn something that would be significant in my life. I won't forget that. He also said that we should forgive each other because of the same reason. I think that Lolo Diosdado wasn't able to do that. Maybe he is regretting what he did and tells people so that they won't do the mistake that he has done. Thank you Lo!
I accompanied another old person. But I wasn't able to know his name. He was very forgetful. The others told him that FPJ had died, he would react like this: 'ha? patay na si FPJ? dugay na?'. After a while, they would tell him again, and he would then react the same way. I could just feel the hardships that these old people feel everyday. I don't know if he would forget that we visited them.
Then, I went to accompany another old man. Unlike the others, he spoke in english. Every person that goes near him, he would say either 'You are handsome!' or 'You are beautiful'. It may seem odd, but I idolize him. He sees everything beautifully. He sees that every thing that God has made is beautiful. Yes, I idolize him. As he saw me wearing glasses, he said to me that I was a professor. I was shocked! He then told me that he was an engineer. I wasn't able to hear him say what kind. Maybe he was a mechanical engineer. He gave me a thumbs up. It felt good that a person that I just met would encourage me to study hard.
But it all had to end. We had to return to UP. As we said goodbye to the oldies we visited, tears were a common sight. It felt good to visit Gasa sa Gugma. When I would become a successful man, I would return there and donate what they really need.
I hope that they would all be safe.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
addiction to computer games...
Ragnarok is battle at the end of the world in Norse Mythology. As time game title says, the game has some traces of Norse mythology.
During our sophomore year, Nico Martin Eñego and Paul Andrew Gutib introduced me to the game before the christmas vacation. At first, I asked a lot about the game. When I got the hang of it, I played it until majority of my money is spent. It needs load to play(it is a pay-to-play game). Now, I can't think of a reason why I got addicted to it. Maybe it was the graphics, or because it was fun.
My reason for playing computer games is that it doesn't only be fun to me, it is also my anger output. It is where I let my anger out. In Ragnarok Online (RO), your character kills monsters and get experience points so that they level up. I release my anger on every monster that I fight.
I think that was my first reason for playing it. I got better. When a person gets better, he wants to be better once more. So I created another account and started all over again. In my first account, my character was a hunter, the 2nd Job class of an archer. I think I name that character as 'danhenry09' or something else. Then when I created another account, I created a rogue, the 2nd Job class of a theif. Its name was '=manununggab='. In that account, I had 5 characters. I only remember the rogue because it was the character the I concentrated levelling up. I think it is already level 82. It is very difficult levelling up in this level because it needs a quite large experience points to level up.
I grew tired of the slow levelling up that I created 4 more characters in that account (1 account supports 5 characters). I anjoyed a little. But came to the difficult levels again. I soon realized that I spent about Php 800.00 on that account. (My first account was about Php 2000.00 because I had to rent a computer in an internet cafe because I didn't have a CD. That character was only about level 58).
I stopped because I have better things to spend for than just a computer game.
And again, I was introduced to another computer game. But it no longer needed load to play. I think it were Byron Douglas Enriquez and Robert Opone who introduced me to this game. It was midway in third year high school that they introduced me to the game. The game was DotA (Defense of the Ancients). More violence. My first game was quite bad. I was like a stray lamb waiting for a wolf to eat me. I was that bad. After many games, I raised my game a notch or two. I became better at it. I was now the wolf, but no one is the lamb. We played after classes. My savings really suffered because they were very small.
Now in the fourth year, I found no reason to continue at being addicted to computer games. Now I control myself from playing computer games.
Eventhough my savings are still little, at least I spent it on food and neccessary payments.
During our sophomore year, Nico Martin Eñego and Paul Andrew Gutib introduced me to the game before the christmas vacation. At first, I asked a lot about the game. When I got the hang of it, I played it until majority of my money is spent. It needs load to play(it is a pay-to-play game). Now, I can't think of a reason why I got addicted to it. Maybe it was the graphics, or because it was fun.
My reason for playing computer games is that it doesn't only be fun to me, it is also my anger output. It is where I let my anger out. In Ragnarok Online (RO), your character kills monsters and get experience points so that they level up. I release my anger on every monster that I fight.
I think that was my first reason for playing it. I got better. When a person gets better, he wants to be better once more. So I created another account and started all over again. In my first account, my character was a hunter, the 2nd Job class of an archer. I think I name that character as 'danhenry09' or something else. Then when I created another account, I created a rogue, the 2nd Job class of a theif. Its name was '=manununggab='. In that account, I had 5 characters. I only remember the rogue because it was the character the I concentrated levelling up. I think it is already level 82. It is very difficult levelling up in this level because it needs a quite large experience points to level up.
I grew tired of the slow levelling up that I created 4 more characters in that account (1 account supports 5 characters). I anjoyed a little. But came to the difficult levels again. I soon realized that I spent about Php 800.00 on that account. (My first account was about Php 2000.00 because I had to rent a computer in an internet cafe because I didn't have a CD. That character was only about level 58).
I stopped because I have better things to spend for than just a computer game.
And again, I was introduced to another computer game. But it no longer needed load to play. I think it were Byron Douglas Enriquez and Robert Opone who introduced me to this game. It was midway in third year high school that they introduced me to the game. The game was DotA (Defense of the Ancients). More violence. My first game was quite bad. I was like a stray lamb waiting for a wolf to eat me. I was that bad. After many games, I raised my game a notch or two. I became better at it. I was now the wolf, but no one is the lamb. We played after classes. My savings really suffered because they were very small.
Now in the fourth year, I found no reason to continue at being addicted to computer games. Now I control myself from playing computer games.
Eventhough my savings are still little, at least I spent it on food and neccessary payments.
problem with women and men...
This world is imperfect. Nothing is perfect, nobody is perfect. All of us have flaws. Once I get to know a person a little better, my perception on them changes. If we are in good terms, I see their good side more. But if not, I see their tainted selves.
The problems with women...
When I think about this topic, I tend to think about the female friends that I have. As what I have mentioned, I see their good side more. It is very hard for me to know what is wrong about them. But I can try, can I? All of what I can think of are in general. I don't say that all women are like this.
First of all, I think that women are just too sensitive. I am a practical joker. I make jokes. Sometimes, they hurt. And sometimes they don't. All I want is that in my own little way, I can spread the happiness that is inside me (or let happiness enter me). Even though some of my jokes are not offensive, they tend to be angry. They have an excuse because I know that I can be annoying at times, but please! If you just go with the flow, I know you will not be offended.
Women can be sensitive when it comes to the heat of the sun. They try to evade to sun as if it could cook them! It is just the sun, it won't bite. A little tan would not hurt, would it?
Women can also be so unfair. A male would be mean if he would hurt a female physically. And if females would spank males for example, the male won't retaliate because they would be branded mean. This doesn't give females the right to hurt males physically. ( I know that I am mean... I try to be good from now on...)
Another problem with women is that they idolize men by their handsomeness and shout it to the world as if there was an emergency. It is so irritating to the ears! (please don't be offended because I am just stating what is in my mind and I am entitled to my own opinion. If you want to have revenge on me, write about what I do that irritates you.)
I'll stop here about the problems with women and proceed to the men.
The problems with men...
I think of the flaws that I have. I also think of the flaws that other males have too. Once again, these are generalities. Not all males are like this.
Firsly, men are harsh. I know this because I am harsh. That is a problem about me. It can never be deleted that males need to express anger as violence. If we don't, all the anger we have would be expressed in a single target when we can no longer take it.
As you see, terrorists that are known are all males. Almost everything we want to have, we try to get it through violence. That is how harsh we males are.
Males are insensitive too. We don't easily understand what other people (esp. girls) feel. We see that they are fine where in fact deep down inside them, they are depressed or angry. All I can say is that all men should be sensitive to the feelings of others. We may hurt them without even knowing we did.
The two of these problems are only some of the problems that I can personally see in me.
I have no more to say.
I have no more to write.
If you are not reading this in the day,
Have a good sleep, thank you for reading, and goodnight!
The problems with women...
When I think about this topic, I tend to think about the female friends that I have. As what I have mentioned, I see their good side more. It is very hard for me to know what is wrong about them. But I can try, can I? All of what I can think of are in general. I don't say that all women are like this.
First of all, I think that women are just too sensitive. I am a practical joker. I make jokes. Sometimes, they hurt. And sometimes they don't. All I want is that in my own little way, I can spread the happiness that is inside me (or let happiness enter me). Even though some of my jokes are not offensive, they tend to be angry. They have an excuse because I know that I can be annoying at times, but please! If you just go with the flow, I know you will not be offended.
Women can be sensitive when it comes to the heat of the sun. They try to evade to sun as if it could cook them! It is just the sun, it won't bite. A little tan would not hurt, would it?
Women can also be so unfair. A male would be mean if he would hurt a female physically. And if females would spank males for example, the male won't retaliate because they would be branded mean. This doesn't give females the right to hurt males physically. ( I know that I am mean... I try to be good from now on...)
Another problem with women is that they idolize men by their handsomeness and shout it to the world as if there was an emergency. It is so irritating to the ears! (please don't be offended because I am just stating what is in my mind and I am entitled to my own opinion. If you want to have revenge on me, write about what I do that irritates you.)
I'll stop here about the problems with women and proceed to the men.
The problems with men...
I think of the flaws that I have. I also think of the flaws that other males have too. Once again, these are generalities. Not all males are like this.
Firsly, men are harsh. I know this because I am harsh. That is a problem about me. It can never be deleted that males need to express anger as violence. If we don't, all the anger we have would be expressed in a single target when we can no longer take it.
As you see, terrorists that are known are all males. Almost everything we want to have, we try to get it through violence. That is how harsh we males are.
Males are insensitive too. We don't easily understand what other people (esp. girls) feel. We see that they are fine where in fact deep down inside them, they are depressed or angry. All I can say is that all men should be sensitive to the feelings of others. We may hurt them without even knowing we did.
The two of these problems are only some of the problems that I can personally see in me.
I have no more to say.
I have no more to write.
If you are not reading this in the day,
Have a good sleep, thank you for reading, and goodnight!
internet connection...
Just last weekend, our internet connection was absent, AGAIN.
Some children of my lola (mother's side) live together in one compound. It is where their families live everyday. It is where I live. We call it the Yee Compound. Since each of the houses there have computers, the compound decided to have a LAN (Local Area Network). Just like in an internet cafè, the computers in our compound are linked together. This way we can share an internet connection. This way we can divide the payment for each month. This way we can save.
Our internet provider is Globelines. Sometimes, there is no internet connection. I hate it because I can no longer search the internet for some topics that I want to know (e.g. Norse mythology... but I am not adept at this topic because I just want to know about Ragnarok). Another reason is that I ca no longer go to blogger.com to post my entries.
Just this weekend, out internet connection was down. I was so unfortunate because I wasn't able to write my entires yet.
When posting a blog entry, I choose to type it impromptu because I can write good when my mind is motivated. When I open blogger and click on 'New Post', my mind gets motivated. I can write what is really on my mind. I can expound more. But if I write on paper first, I can not focus because I find it very hard to concentrate writing. It is because I get easily distracted and when I get distracted, it takes me a very long time to be motivated again.
I did not say that I can write very good entries when I am motivated. The writings that I do when I am motivated has more things from my mind that those when I am not motivated. I try my best to eliminated that. I want to write many things on my mind on any topic at all times. I don't want this to be a reason that when I need to write an essay, I will write only a very short essay.
Where is this going to? Am I going out of my topic? If you answered yes to the second question, I think so too! Isn't that weird?
I am just typing down what is in my mind. I hope you understand. So back to where this entry started.
I do not go to internet cafès to login to any of my accounts. One of the reasons is that I do not trust the people who are there. They may be watching other computer units but snooping to your keyboard when you type down your password. I have been hacked once, I don't want it to happen again. Another is that there could be a program that would take down everything that is encoded of the keyboard and makes a report about it. I forgot the name of that program. It is connected to hacking. So I would rather be late in my posts than risking the safety of my account.
I waited for the connection to return so that I can post in my blog. I hope that though I am not very motivated, I can write very well about a topic. I hope that what my mind thinks, I can type it down. I hope I can write the best post that I could write.
Some children of my lola (mother's side) live together in one compound. It is where their families live everyday. It is where I live. We call it the Yee Compound. Since each of the houses there have computers, the compound decided to have a LAN (Local Area Network). Just like in an internet cafè, the computers in our compound are linked together. This way we can share an internet connection. This way we can divide the payment for each month. This way we can save.
Our internet provider is Globelines. Sometimes, there is no internet connection. I hate it because I can no longer search the internet for some topics that I want to know (e.g. Norse mythology... but I am not adept at this topic because I just want to know about Ragnarok). Another reason is that I ca no longer go to blogger.com to post my entries.
Just this weekend, out internet connection was down. I was so unfortunate because I wasn't able to write my entires yet.
When posting a blog entry, I choose to type it impromptu because I can write good when my mind is motivated. When I open blogger and click on 'New Post', my mind gets motivated. I can write what is really on my mind. I can expound more. But if I write on paper first, I can not focus because I find it very hard to concentrate writing. It is because I get easily distracted and when I get distracted, it takes me a very long time to be motivated again.
I did not say that I can write very good entries when I am motivated. The writings that I do when I am motivated has more things from my mind that those when I am not motivated. I try my best to eliminated that. I want to write many things on my mind on any topic at all times. I don't want this to be a reason that when I need to write an essay, I will write only a very short essay.
Where is this going to? Am I going out of my topic? If you answered yes to the second question, I think so too! Isn't that weird?
I am just typing down what is in my mind. I hope you understand. So back to where this entry started.
I do not go to internet cafès to login to any of my accounts. One of the reasons is that I do not trust the people who are there. They may be watching other computer units but snooping to your keyboard when you type down your password. I have been hacked once, I don't want it to happen again. Another is that there could be a program that would take down everything that is encoded of the keyboard and makes a report about it. I forgot the name of that program. It is connected to hacking. So I would rather be late in my posts than risking the safety of my account.
I waited for the connection to return so that I can post in my blog. I hope that though I am not very motivated, I can write very well about a topic. I hope that what my mind thinks, I can type it down. I hope I can write the best post that I could write.
Friday, January 26, 2007
my day as a principal...
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.
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.
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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