March 20
Last week was almost deadly. I have no idea how I survived. It was emotionally and physically tiring. Every day last week was full of action that I struggled to keep up with whatever was going on.
Planning for Runway was probably the most stressful of everything that happened. Conceptualizing the costumes of Haley and Dominic proved to be quite a challenge. I have no idea how fashion designers are able to come up with clothing designs. I spent most of my time helping out with Haley’s costume and it was draining. It made my mind work and come up with new ideas though.
To top it off, there was English class. I had to facilitate the discussion for Frankenstein two days in a row. I really wanted to cry. I was close to crying during English class because I was just too exhausted. My mind was too tired and it really hurt to even think. I tried my best to discuss all those chapters but really my mind was just blanking. Not to mention, I helped spray paint Grade 12′s costumes before English class and the smell got to me. I was a mixture of feeling high and ready to puke and drop. It came to a point that I was kind of sleep standing. I was able to crash for almost 15 minutes in the guidance counselor’s room. It wasn’t enough but it was good enough to give me energy.
Wednesday was annoyingly hilarious. It was career day but some people forget to read the memo. They came up in casual clothes and upon seeing some of the clothes that they were wearing made me want to cry out in laughter and frustration. The guys looked so jeje. Really guys, mukha kayong mga tambay sa kanto. Yung mga tao na biglang uupo katabi ng grupo na umiinom tapos makikisama na rin. Then some guys looked like beggars. Really guys, i hope wala yun sa future ninyo. Some people didn’t want to participate or forgot to participate in the activity and the showed up in their uniform and I had fun annoying them, joking that they were bound to be students forever. Some people were standouts though. Some looked so damn fine and so presentable. Some guys looked like redneck dads who seemed like they were gonna pick up these random hitchhikers at street corners. Some girls looked meh. But it was nice to see the way people dressed.
Thursday was pretty shitty. I cried twice. First was due to Grade 12 being crappy people. Yes, they were very annoying. It had to do with them not doing their jobs properly and them giving lame excuses for the Got Talent rehearsals. Second reason was due to the fact that I was not given a script for my hosting stint for Runway. I was in a slight panic over the lack of instructions given to me. What was I really gonna do Friday night? A few heads up would have been nice really. *sigh* I just stood in the bathroom crying. Ugh. I helped Haley and Dominic with their Runway practice and that’s mostly what I did that day. I didn’t even want to go to our class booth. I needed a break but my break consisted of working. It was alright with me though. It taught me to power on. To be frank, I escaped the booth for some time. I escaped everyone and watched Sworn to Secrecy practice. I listened to them play and my stress levels were able to go down.
Friday had me sighing with happiness. I was dead tired but at the end of the night, I was content. My feet hurt from standing in four inch heels for two hours in front of spotlights but I wasn’t pissed at all. I was a bit awkward hosting since I’m admittedly not good at ad-libbing but I didn’t suck that much. Even though Haley and Dominic weren't crowned Mr. and Ms. Runway, I was happy that we came far. I was happy to see both of them transform. I was happy to see Grade 12 and Ms. Anna’s efforts come to life. It was beautiful really and it had me feeling mushy. Even though I’m not too close with my classmates, we have our moments where we all work together and that makes me appreciate them. Graduation is coming soon and I will miss these guys.
Despite the dragging long hours, the stress, the annoyance, I was glad that Mission Vision Week happened. I learned what being a leader truly is. I relearned what the meaning of patience and perseverance mean. I learned. That was mushy really but I tend to be a mushy person. Hayz.
