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The facilitator’s deep knowledge was evident, yet they chose not to hide behind complex medical jargon. Instead, they transformed what could have been a tedious First Aid session into a high-energy, immersive activity. By gamifying the "Golden Hour" and placing us in live-action scenarios—like rescuing a teammate during a simulated emergencies—they turned a high-stakes subject into something everyone could actually enjoy. It felt less like a classroom and more like a collaborative mission where the adrenaline made the muscle memory stick.

​Their expertise shone brightest in how they simplified the science of saving lives. They moved past the clinical definitions and used relatable analogies that removed the "fear of doing it wrong," which is often the biggest hurdle for a first responder. We didn't just learn the rhythm of first aid; we learned how to manage the chaos of a real-world scene. The facilitator emphasized that in an actual emergency, you aren't just a bystander—you are a leader. We practiced how to delegate tasks under pressure, like pointing to a specific person to call emergency services, ensuring that the facilitation skills we used in the activity translated directly to effective crowd management during a crisis.

​Ultimately, the session proved that great training is about more than just delivering information; it’s about building confidence. Because the training was so interactive and grounded in real-world application, the steps became second nature. I realized that the ability to adapt—turning a belt into a tourniquet or a magazine into a splint—is a direct result of being taught to think critically rather than just memorize a handbook. I walked away not just with a certificate, but with the quiet certainty that when things go wrong, I have the presence of mind to be the help that someone needs.

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Our recent activity forming words from jumbled letters in the table and racing to raise the flag was both lively and memorable. The challenge pushed us to think quickly and collaborate under pressure, which brought out a strong sense of friendly competition; everyone was determined to be first and gave their best effort. That competitive energy made the game exciting, but it also revealed moments of miscommunication: instructions sometimes got muddled, and teams had to pause and clarify roles or rules. Those hiccups taught us the value of clear communication and staying calm when plans change.

A highlight was the brief roleplay by the facilitators. Their playful enactment added humor and structure to the activity, easing tension and making the experience more entertaining for all. The roleplay helped set the tone, guided our interactions, and made even the stressful moments feel fun. Overall, the activity strengthened teamwork, quick thinking, and adaptability reminding us that learning can be energetic, imperfect, and enjoyable all at once.

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#12

My reflection on GROUP 3 SOCPSY FACILITATION

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#11

This week's facilitation activity☠️

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#10

Had so much fun with this week’s facilitation — the game vibes and the thrill of picking answers made learning actually feel exciting. Lowkey one of the coolest ways to learn so far.

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#9

I’ve been quietly proud of my role as a facilitator for Social Thinking — what started as a daunting “first” turned into a rewarding journey. The planning, the late-night edits, and those deep, often funny conversations with the group became moments I genuinely looked forward to. There was pressure being the first to lead, but we supported one another, adapted, and learned through trial and error. Seeing our activities put into practice and watching classmates engage and enjoy them was the best reward; it made every hour and every tweak feel worth it. I’m grateful for the team, for the growth this experience brought, and excited for what comes next.

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#8

For a long time, I felt like an outsider. Being a shiftee and an irregular student meant my schedule was always different, and it was hard to feel like I truly belonged in any group. I used to worry that I was just drifting through my classes alone. But this year, everything changed. During the lead-up to the Pre-Med Days, I finally felt like I was part of a team. We spent so much time preparing together, sharing our best ideas, and helping each other out. The long hours didn’t even feel like work because we were constantly laughing and talking.

When the actual day arrived, the atmosphere was amazing. Instead of feeling stressed, everyone was just having a great time. Seeing my classmates so happy and full of life made me smile more than I have in a long time. The "irregular" label didn't matter anymore because we were all just students enjoying the moment together. I realized that even though my path is a bit different, I have found people who accept me. I feel so much more confident now, and I am already looking forward to doing it all again next year. See you on the next Pre-Med Days!

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#7

I had a moment today where I realized my brain is essentially a drama queen with a very short fuse. It’s humbling to admit how quickly anger can flare up, usually followed closely by its less attractive cousin, prejudice. I found myself making a snap judgment about someone before they even finished their sentence, filing them away into a neat little box labeled "The Problem." It’s a defense mechanism, I suppose—a way to feel superior when I’m actually just feeling defensive—but it’s a tiring way to live.

The biggest lesson I’ve tucked away today is that anger is a terrible strategist; it’s great for immediate survival but miserable for long-term happiness. I’ve realized that my prejudices are often just mental shortcuts I take because I’m too tired to be curious. When I stop to ask a question instead of making an accusation, the "villain" in my story usually turns out to be just another person having a messy, complicated Tuesday. I’m learning that if I give people the grace to be human, I might eventually earn the right to be treated the same way.

Of course, I’m still a work in progress. I’ve come to realize that holding onto a grudge is basically like paying rent for someone you don't even like to live in your head—and in this economy, that’s just bad financial planning. Besides, being perpetually outraged is far too much cardio for my current lifestyle. I’d much rather be at peace than be "right," mostly because being right requires a lot of shouting, and I’d honestly rather have a snack and a nap.

#socialpsychology #aggression #prejudice

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2026... HOLD UPPP

#6

This week has been a whole rollercoaster ride, but instead of screaming from joy, I was screaming at my notes.

Right after the colorful chaos of Sinulog, the universe said, “You had your fun. Now suffer.” And so came the avalanche of exams like an uninvited guest who not only overstays their welcome but also eats all your snacks and questions your life decisions.

I swear, one day I was dancing in the streets, and the next I was dancing around deadlines. It's like my brain went from “Pit Senyor!” to “Please, Senyor, give me more time to study!”. Honestly, time flew faster than my will to study.

But amidst the chaos, one thing is keeping me alive: the holy promise of doing absolutely nothing this Sunday. I'm talking fullon pajamas all day, phone on silent**, no responsibilities, just me, my bed, and perhaps a romantic relationship with my blanket. It’s giving hibernation. It’s giving "don’t talk to me unless you’re a nap."

So yeah, this week felt too real. But somehow, it also felt so right.

Until next time,

If I survive, I’ll update you again.

#socialpsychology #exams #tired

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2026, Chapter 01.18

#5

Brainstorms & Beginnings

Today, my groupmates and I had our very first meeting to prepare for our upcoming facilitation on social thinking. It was exciting to finally sit down together and start brainstorming ideas. Everyone brought something unique to the table, and it felt good to share our thoughts and plans in a collaborative space.

We started by discussing what social thinking really means and how we can make our facilitation session both engaging and informative. From there, we began planning the flow of our activity—coming up with interactive parts, possible discussion questions, and even thinking about how we’ll divide the tasks among ourselves.

Of course, it’s just the beginning, and we know there’s still a lot to do. But for a first meeting, I think we made great progress. I’m hopeful that everything we’ve planned will turn out well, and I’m looking forward to seeing how our ideas evolve in the next meetings.

Fingers crossed for a successful facilitation session! 🌟

#social psychology #facilitation #week3

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2026, Chapter 01.17

#4

Dinner of Opinions

Today I spent some time thinking about how we form beliefs and make judgments—how often we trust our "gut," and how that might not always be a good thing. It's that voice in my head that makes snap judgments about people, situations, or even myself without much effort. It feels intuitive, like I just know something. But when I stop and think, I realize that feeling isn't always right.

One thing that really stuck with me was priming—how something as simple as a smell or a word can influence my thoughts without me even realizing it. Like when I hear soft music, I might start feeling nostalgic or even sad, and that colors how I see the rest of my day. Or how a warm coffee in my hand can make me judge someone as more friendly. That’s embodied cognition, and it kind of blows my mind how physical sensations affect my mental state.

But what worries me the most is how much I rely on intuition and how unreliable it can be. I’ve always thought of intuition as this deep, inner wisdom. Helpful sometimes, but dangerous too.

I’ve also noticed how confirmation bias shows up in my life. I tend to focus on things that support what I already believe, and I ignore or dismiss things that challenge me. It makes me feel more confident, but now I realize that confidence doesn’t mean correctness. That’s the overconfidence phenomenon—and it’s real.

I want to be better at slowing down, questioning my assumptions, and being open to new perspectives. It’s hard, because System 1 is always running in the background. But maybe just being aware of these mental habits is the first step.

So… can I really trust my intuition? Sometimes, maybe. But now I know it’s not infallible. I need to balance it with reflection, and a willingness to be wrong.

xoxo,

trying not to be a basic girl

#socialpsychology #judgement #intuition #laugh #nojudgement

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2026, Chapter 01.11

#3

"It's not Me, It's We"

Okay, so today I had this little a ha! moment.

I’ve been learning how much we’re influenced by the people around us, and honestly… it’s wild. Like, I knew friends and family mattered, but I didn’t realize just how much our thoughts, feelings, and even choices are shaped by others. It’s like we’re all walking around with invisible strings connecting us and those strings tug at us more than we notice!

What’s even cooler? It made me realize how important it is to interact. Real, meaningful connection and not just scrolling or liking stuff online. Talking, laughing, sharing ideas... that’s the stuff that shapes us. It’s not just good for the soul but it literally helps us become who we are.

So yeah, I’m officially a social psychology fan now. Who knew this subject could be this relatable?

Talk soon,

#week2 #socialpsychology #connections #week2

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2026, Chapter 01.10

#2

"Unsettled, but waking up."

Today feels different. I’ve spent so long being a mirror for everyone else that I think I forgot I’m supposed to be a person, too.

Listening to the discussions this week was like someone finally turned the lights on in a room I’ve been sitting in for years. It’s uncomfortable. It made me realize that most of what I call "my personality" might just be me reacting to what I think people want from me. Am I actually kind, or am I just terrified of someone being disappointed in me? Am I actually helpful, or am I just begging for someone to tell me I’m worth something?

It’s a heavy thing to admit that I don’t know where "they" end and "I" begin.

I’ve realized I’m a people pleaser, but it’s deeper than just being "nice." It feels like I’ve been standing on shaky ground because I’ve never learned how to stand on my own two feet. I’ve been using other people as crutches, looking for their nod of approval just to feel like it’s okay to breathe.

This week took a lot out of me, but maybe that’s because the version of me I’ve been playing is finally starting to crack.

I’m hoping for better days. Not "better" because things get easier, but better because I start showing up as "me", whoever that actually is.

It’s time to find out who I am when no one is watching.

#socialpsychology #selfreflection #selfworth #self concept

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The Start of a New Era

2025 had been the toughest year for me. It tested me in a lot of ways but it also made me grow. Allthe failures and the lessons I've learned molded me into the peron that I am today. With the start of a new year, I'm only looking forward to good things ahead of me. May this year be full of growth and countless opportunities✨

#socialpsychology #selfrealization #newyear

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Self-Reflection: First Day of Social Psychology

#1

Today was something different. I walked into my first day of Social Psychology not knowing what to expect just another subject, maybe a few lectures and some awkward introductions. But from the moment class started, I realized this wasn't going to be like any other.

It was my first time experiencing such an interactive first day. From the get-go, we were grouped up which honestly, I usually dread. As an irregular student, I don’t really know many people, and groupings tend to make me feel like I’m on the outside looking in. But today? It felt surprisingly okay.

Miss Barbie, our professor is something else. There’s something about the way she teaches that makes you feel seen. She doesn't just talk at you, she pulls you into the experience. She encourages you to express yourself in ways you didn’t even know you could. It’s refreshing, and honestly, kind of empowering.

I never thought I'd say this, but I had fun on the first day of class. Real fun. And I can’t wait to see what the rest of the semester brings.