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Lucky Lady

Lucky Lady Number One

My first reaction was rage.

It was one of those moments when you knew what was going to happen but refuse to admit it with every fiber of your being because you can’t accept it for whatever reason. They were counting, adding tally after tally, everyone was watching with anticipation, some happy, some irritated, some relieved.

I was fuming.

My next reaction was to cool down and think.

He must have had some kind of plan for what’s coming next, I thought. Everyone had seen the wave of change coming a mile away, some even closer. Everyone knew something was coming, and when my phone buzzed with notification informing who the chosen one was, I thought, this is it. This is the change we’ve all been bracing ourselves for.

I wanted the change, wanted to see it happen since day one, but this isn’t what I expected. I wanted the mindless agendas to stop, I wanted the hypocrisy to disappear into thin air, and I wanted everyone to be open-minded, kind, and humane.

The change that is happening right now is supporting the healthy environment that I wanted at the beginning, but then a lot of us were made to feel the harsh truth. I was made to see how glorious life can be from the other side, and I loved it. I loved the power, the adrenaline, the constant thinking, the strength.

It made me think maybe this life isn’t so bad after all, as mindless as it is.

Maybe the reason why I’m upset is because I can’t bear to adapt with another change. It’s long coming, I know that, and it feels like today was the final straw the universe needed for everything to be set in motion to a complete new direction. With this change, everything will start from a fresh, raw, ground where no one has stepped into before, and things are only going to get trickier from here on out.

And so we’re back to square one with the lucky lady number one.

I only hope this is the right direction, and I only hope the lady who willed to fight understands not to stand against the wave. We need this change, we need this to happen, and we need this to be done the proper way. She can be the change that stands for the royals, or she can be the change that stands with the people.

Choice’s up to the lady.

I only hope she chooses right.

Be smart, and congratulation.

Here’s to you.

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Here’s to Those Who Didn’t Make It

There are a lot of things that I can’t tolerate in life.

Cigarettes, bully, injustice, disrespect, disobedience towards God, and negativity in general.

The thing is, I never look at it as my job to do anything about it. It was in my daily policy to just shut up and do only as far as throwing dirty looks and that’s it. I already get enough trouble as it is with how I can’t seem to keep my opinion in a tiny box, so it was only natural that I try to let the things that irk me the most go.

Until two weeks ago.

My school is currently running tests to select great individuals to become the next student council, or OSIS, if you will. The first process was for the freshmen to collect their papers based on what was needed. Their grades, recommendation letters, certificates, everything that can show the authorities that they have what it takes.

There were sixty-four names that made the cut out of nearly ninety.

It was only natural for some people to not make it. That is simply how life goes,you fail and succeed, and then you move on. Except I realized those who didn’t make it were the kids that I wanted to be in the Student Council the most.

One man judgment was not enough to do anything, but it was never really only me. It was almost everyone from my year of Student Council. It took us days to repeat the same words, “Why the hell did they not make it?”, “How is the next student council going to be without them?”.

It wasn’t fair for those who did make the cut, it was as though we didn’t trust these kids enough to do well in the future, I admit that now. However, those were the honest words that came out of us during moments of desperation.

Until two days ago, we realized something had to be done. For whose sake, I’m not sure. We wanted the kids who didn’t make it for different reasons, and we plotted under emotional exhaustion to do something.

At the end of the day, it was all words, until I decided it could be more than just words if someone would do something.

That was perhaps the first time I did things that wasn’t my job or place but did it anyway. I met the vice principal the next day and asked to talk in private. I took out the papers that I’ve scribbled what I want to say in and started my small speech.

I understand that three of my leaders have come to you before along with the kids who didn’t make it, and tried to make an agreement with you and failed. The reason why I’m here today is no different than theirs.

OSIS, or the student council, is an organization, and most of all a place for brilliant students who can prioritize their own necessity to look for experiences that can teach them what teachers can’t offer in class.

To ensure the success of every organization, you need great individuals who have clean agendas to make due with all the lessons and organizational work, hence why you said there’s no excuse for those who have shady after-school agendas.

I understand why you said this. The previous student council didn’t really put up a very good example, perhaps us included. I understand that there are a lot of regret going on around the teachers, that when you take a look at us, you must wish you could have reformed us into an organization that will do more good than harm, and when you finally have the chance to do so, you chose the most brilliant students that you believe will do a better job than we did.

You chose individuals based on their academic brilliance and less on their social skill. I understand that perhaps you believe that these skills can be learned along the way, but when you are forming a herd of sheep, there’s got to be a lion to lead every pack, and we don’t see that from these kids. We being the current student council and the candidates themselves.

For students who are academically lacking, then I understand if you can’t tolerate them, but for students who are half decent but only intolerable because of their after-school agendas, then I’m asking you to give them a chance. There must be a way for these kids to prove themselves to you. At the end of the day, you don’t have to accept them, but at least please let them show you what they can do. You can test them however you see proper.

If something you fear happens, I believe the kids are fully prepared to have their position ripped off of them. Just because they made the wrong decision in their first year of high school, it doesn’t define who they will be for the rest of their high school career. Ma’am, I saw my brother. I saw how he was back in his tenth grade and who he eventually became when he walked away to Japan in that airport.

The student council are all willing to give them a chance, to take our day off and test them. All we need is for your approval, please give them a chance.

That’s what I said.

I should have known it wasn’t that simple.

The vice principal then told me all the things she believed I needed to hear about the time during the making of that decision. She was a very fair and just person. She, along with the principal and the other vice principal already thought very carefully about it. It wasn’t just about the after school agendas. It was about behavior, general supports, grades, and religious records. She asked me on whose behalf I was there, and I told every truth I had with me.

I tried, let me tell you that.

In every reason she told me no, I found a reason that it can be a yes. We threw all we had back and forth, with me constantly looking for a way and her shutting that door.

At the end, I asked her, “Is there really no way?”

I already knew the answer before she said it. It was just the two of us in her office, and her eyes were full of regret when she said a decisive, “No, and perhaps I will be proven wrong in the future about these kids’ potentials, but for now, I have to make a decision, and this is my decision.”

“I understand,” I told her, and I really did.

I don’t hate her for that.

She was a wise woman and I respect her dearly. She is the kind of person I want to be when I grow up. Graceful, poised, smart, and looked upon. She apologized, though she didn’t have to, and I dismissed myself back to class.

I tried.

I did, and I’m sorry if it doesn’t change anything.

I really am.

Here’s to you.

That Same Old Green

I am a secretary in the 4th Student Council in my high school.

It’s a title I bear with pride, took with struggle, and worked with sweat. Some of you might think, what’s good about being a secretary? You’re just probably being slaved around in front of your computer screen making documents and recapping all data for formalities.

You’re right for the most part, except I never felt slaved around. I love what I do, I love having to get up again at 12 at night to finish a letter so suddenly ordered to make, I love asking people to sign papers, I love learning new stuff and having to search through files for some examples.
Most of all, I love the thought of continuing this legacy after three other people who did their damn finest job in this position.

You must know how it feels, trying to live up to the world’s expectation after someone in the past did your job so amazingly that you’re willing to crack your eyes open no matter how late it is only to get that stamp of approval from everyone.

I guess somewhere along the way, I lost the sense of originality by trying to be the same. This is probably because I remember being told off at doing things on my own way.

“If you want to be independent,then so be it.”

After that day, the idea of doing things differently didn’t come up again for a while.

Until one day, I shook my head, gave myself a slap for the ridiculousness, and thought, “Screw it.”

I guess if I have to pick a song to relate to my situation, I’d sing a verse from Glee’s I Feel Pretty/Unpretty;

why do I look to all these things
to keep you happy?

Yeah, that sums it up. Don’t get me wrong, the seniors have my fullest respect, I wanted to be in this position because I admired the secretary of the 2nd SC, but we gotta give our own touch to make our own style, right? Being the same is boring, what’s wrong with breaking the box and soaring a bit further? After all, once I’ve stepped of from this position, I’d like for my successor, whoever it is, to do things with their own style.

This way none of us are limiting anybody from whatever creativity that can be produced. Good work all around yeah?

So be different, be original, be memorable. Be you, don’t try to follow every footsteps, stray a bit here and there to find your own shade of green. Hell, be blue, be turquoise, be pink!

Trust me, I will be so disappointed if I see my junior become that plain safe shade of green all over again.

Here’s to other color than green.

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