Mcflurry

written by dostoyevsky

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Hello!

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Finally our turn!

finally, it was our turn to facilitate.

after all the stress, planning, and especially the hassle with the venue, everything somehow fell into place. there were moments na murag di na jud madayon, but we pushed through and made it work — and i’m really proud of our group for that.

special mention jud to our leader and one of our members who handled the venue situation so well. despite the pressure and last-minute challenges, we stayed calm, took initiative, and made sure everything was settled. honestly, without them, things could have gone very differently.

being on the facilitator side hit different. it’s not just about leading the activity it’s about making sure everyone understands, stays engaged, and actually learns something. there’s pressure behind the scenes that people don’t usually see, and i felt that today.

unsa jud akong na-feel? kapoy kaayo, but also fulfilling. seeing everyone participate, laugh, and enjoy the activities we prepared made all the stress feel lighter. naa gyud sense of relief and pride at the same time.

what i enjoyed the most was watching everything come together in real time. from the instructions, to the flow of the activities, to the reactions of the participants it felt like “okay, we did that.” even the small chaotic moments made it more memorable.

what challenged me the most was handling unexpected problems, especially with the venue and keeping everything on schedule. lisod siya mag stay composed while thinking of what to do next, but it really pushed us to step up.

for improvement siguro, mas maayo if we had a backup plan ready for situations like venue issues.

overall, tiring but fun. stressful but fulfilling. this experience made me appreciate facilitators more and realize how much effort goes into making learning interactive and meaningful.

sometimes, the best part isn’t just participating it’s being the one who makes the experience happen.

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Helping…………

today’s facilitation was all about helping, but this time in a very real and hands-on way first aid. we tackled situations like stroke, chest wounds, foot burns, and ankle sprains, and it made me realize how helping isn’t just a concept we talk about in social psychology… it’s something you actually do when it matters.

honestly, na-feel jud nako nga there’s pressure when you’re put in those situations. like, what if this was real? would i panic or would i step up? during the activities, there were moments na murag nag-wait mi sa instructions or sa leader what i enjoyed the most was how interactive everything was. dili lang siya memorize-memorize, but we actually tried what to do. it felt empowering in a way, like “okay, at least i know something now.” plus the teamwork made it lighter what challenged me the most was remembering the correct steps while staying calm. lisod siya especially when you’re overthinking if sakto ba imong gibuhat. it made me realize that helping isn’t just about willingness, but also about confidence and presence of mind.

for improvement siguro, mas nice if there was more time to practice each scenario or a quick recap after every activity so mas ma-retain gyud ang steps. kay importante kaayo ni siya in real life situations.

overall, this facilitation hit different. it wasn’t just about theories it reminded me that helping can literally save lives. and sometimes, the hardest part isn’t knowing what to do, but having the courage to actually do it.

sometimes, being “the helper” starts with choosing not to stand still.

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today’s facilitation felt like a mix of tension, competition, and realization all at once.

we worked on prejudice and aggression, but instead of just discussing definitions, we experienced it through movie scenes and pressure-filled challenges. each group had to watch carefully, answer questions, and then race against time to unscramble letters and raise the flag once we figured it out.

it sounds simple, but the moment the timer started, everything changed.

there was pressure. urgency. and somehow, a shift in how we reacted to each other. you could feel how quickly assumptions formed—about the scenes, about the characters, even about our own groupmates’ answers. some reactions became more intense, a bit impatient, even slightly aggressive, especially when time was running out.

and that’s what made it hit deeper.

prejudice isn’t always loud or obvious. sometimes it shows up in quick judgments, in the way we interpret situations without complete information. and aggression doesn’t always mean violence—it can be in tone, in pressure, in the way stress pushes us to respond.

the activity made me realize how easily both can surface, especially in competitive or high-pressure environments. it’s not just about what we think, but how fast we think it—and how those thoughts affect how we treat others.

in the end, raising the flag wasn’t just about getting the right answer. it was about recognizing how we think, react, and judge under pressure.

today’s takeaway: sometimes the real lesson isn’t in the answer we find, but in the behavior we show while trying to find it.

Using my oldass videocam🤘

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This facilitation is giving pamaol the next day🤕😷

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This facilitation is giving detective Conan & Sherlock Holmes 💅

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definitely added to my core memories 💛

#PREMEDdays

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Pre-med week edition

This week drained me in ways coffee couldn’t fix and sleep couldn’t fully heal, but my heart feels so full. pre-med week was chaos, pressure, adrenaline, and a blur of preparations, last minute ideas, testing layouts, reprinting mistakes, fixing things that kept breaking, and pretending we weren’t all panicking inside. but somehow, in the middle of all that exhaustion, something beautiful happened.

i’m so grateful for everyone who visited our booth, especially the photobooth hehe. every smile, every pose, every tiny moment frozen in those prints reminded me why we worked so hard for this. seeing people enjoy something that started as just a random idea in my head felt surreal.

and most of all, i’m so grateful for my group. they didn’t just help—they believed in the idea when it was still messy and uncertain. they carried it, supported, and helped turn imagination into something real, something we could all be proud of. i honestly couldn’t have done it without them.

i’ve always secretly wanted to open a photobooth at least once in my life, just to create a space where people can capture little pieces of happiness. and thanks to them, even just for this week, that dream existed. it wasn’t perfect. there were flaws, delays, and moments we thought things would fall apart. but it was perfect to me because it was ours. it was real. it was filled with effort, laughter, stress, and memories i’ll probably carry longer than the exhaustion.

pre-med week taught me that sometimes the most meaningful things come from sleepless nights, teamwork, and believing in an idea even when you’re scared it won’t work. and maybe that’s what makes it unforgettable.

VERY VERY grateful for my group for bringing my idea to life. couldn’t have done it without them.

P.S. I got a sunburn the next day huhu, it was worth it btw.

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A letter from italy

You wish haha

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TPWK

Treat People With Kindness - HS

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Before january ends, Using charmera hehe

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my mind keeps circling the way prejudice quietly takes root, how it starts as a thought, a label, a stereotype, and slowly turns into distance, into silence, into harm. It’s scary how easy it is to reduce people to categories, to forget their stories, their fears, their humanity, and once that happens, aggression doesn’t feel so shocking anymore. Aggression can be loud and violent, or quiet and hidden in words, jokes, and cold indifference, but it always carries the same weight, the pain of being treated as less. Social psychology shows that prejudice feeds aggression, and aggression reinforces prejudice, trapping people in a cycle that feels impossible to break. And maybe that’s what hurts the most, realizing that these behaviors don’t come from monsters, but from ordinary people who never stopped to question what they were taught. At 2 a.m., that thought lingers, heavy and uncomfortable, reminding me that unlearning prejudice and choosing empathy is not easy, but it’s necessary if we want to be better than the harm we repeat.