LAST POST? :D

All in all, this internship program has taught me various things which I would not experience inside the classroom. I have new friends and my bond with my other friends became stronger. This would probably my last post in this blog. :)

Day 33: Last day frustration.

Today, Mia, Nikka and I went to Amianan to get our signed requirements. But when we got there, Ma'am EJ said that Sir Lito was not yet there and was not able to sign it the day on Wednesday because he did not come to the office. And so...we waited for him.

Thirty minutes passed, yet still he hasn't arrived yet. It was already 2:30 and the deadline for all the requirements was at 3PM. I was worried since I know how strict UP professors are in terms of deadlines.

At exactly 3PM, Sir Lito arrived. He hasn't signed the papers yet so we waited for him to finish signing all the requirements. At 3:20PM or so, he finished signing all our papers. By that time, I was becoming more and more frustrated since we're late already and the rain hasn't stop yet.

After signing, we hurriedly went outside to find for a taxi. But not a single taxi stopped for us. So we were forced to ride a jeepney.

By the time we arrived at school, it was already 3:38 or so. Kuya Brian said that we are late and that our requirements will be graded as 5.

And seriously, I don't even want to imagine all my efforts to be wasted like that just because Amianan didn't sign our papers which we passed two days ago.

LAST.DAY.FRUSTRATION.

Day 32: Extra post. :D

As I was browsing through the articles I submitted to Amianan, I noticed that the other articles which were not published were marked as "unpublished" with the date of the supposed to be publication of the articles. I just hope these articles would qualify as a good-as-published articles. :D

Day 32: Come what may.

Last day of summer classes? Apparently not. I don't know what else to do since tomorrow would be the last day of our internship program and I still haven't published six articles required for this program. After all the efforts and time I gave in covering and gathering news, still it wasn't enough.

I already stopped crying. Yes, I cried. I think I was only the one who hasn't reach the required published articles. I was the only one who was left behind. And I only have myself to blame for that.

Yesterday, Ma'am EJ said that they would consider my articles as "good-as-published". I was so happy. I thought I could make it. And then, just this afternoon, that hope vanished. Although I've been searching for news this morning until this afternoon, still I wasn't able to get newsworthy events.

Now I feel so low. I feel like I'm the dumbest person in our class. If I fail this course, that will leave a huge impact in my life. And maybe, I will now start to think if Journalism really is suitable for me.

Come what may. -___-"

Day 31: Last Kapihan

Today, I went to Kapihan sa Baguio at Rose Bowl. This would probably be the last kapihan I would cover. The forum was about promoting the tourism of Baguio and various provinces surrounding CAR. Also, Logos Hope would be at San Fernando, La Union  next week or the week after next for the book fair. And I wish I could be there also. :)

Day 30: Hurts like hell

Today, I have to go to Amianan for the submission of our previous articles. The truth is, I really don't want to go there today. I don't know what's wrong with me but last night and up until now, my head still hurts like hell. I still haven't taken any medication because I thought the pain would just subside. But it hasn't. Also, the weather was very unfavorable. :/

Day 29: First time voter :D

I went with my parents to the elementary school near our house for the election before lunch time. When we got there, the line was already loooong. We fall in line and waited. I got bored so I brought out my phone and played games. While playing, a man approached my father. I did not bother to look at first since I was too caught up with what I was playing. And then they started talking. The reason that made me look up at the man was that he smelled like a drunken old man. And he was like shaking hands with my father the whole time while saying "Ammo mon a Engineer no sinno" ("Alam mo na ah Engineer kung sino.") That was when I realized that the man who was shaking hands with my father was a supporter of a candidate running for the position of Mayor in our town. My father just nodded but I knew that my father has already gotten the message which this supporter was saying. And then the people in front of us moved forward. Soon, it was our turn to vote. After voting, I greeted my high school teachers who were there.

And as I am typing this blog entry now, I realize that I am really that old now. I may look like a 15 year old high school girl (as what everybody seems to see me), I already have this sense of maturity. Also, it was my first time to vote for the local and national elections. :D