I actually know how to flaunt my school spirit. I belong to
an academic organization full of amazing people who are so sporty (I can’t
think of other fitting words) they make me feel like a dimwit, and who are nice
enough to let me join in the competitions, ha ha ha. (A/N: I’m sorry if I
messed that part up.) They have this unshakable belief in themselves and in
their teammates without being arrogant, and know how to take care of the
players, and I guess those account for three-fourths of the reason why we won.
The last quarter, of course, goes to our governor. All hail!
I have never been a fan of sports. You can tell by my waif
stature (Ha ha ha, I like making egocentric jokes that are meant but aren’t really
true. Besides, waif makes me sound
French. Cheers to being a douchebag) and my poor lung capacity. (Once, in high
school, our PE teacher made us do twenty laps in the oval. I died somewhere between
five and seven laps, of course, but was later on resurrected by the sound of
the school bell.) Fortunately I have fast reflexes that have saved me from
various near-death encounters, and are probably the only redeeming quality I
have in my physical shell.
Basically, because of my underdeveloped motor skills, I have
never fostered any sort of affection or attachment to sports.
(BUT) Once a year, when my
school holds a sports event, I actually try
to enjoy watching people sweat and run around with balls. That is not an innuendo.
Let’s be classy here. This year I made an effort to stay in school for Pahampang
Week and support my organization. I was still MIA (hot damn, my puns are
glorious!) at the sidelines of the court but at least you guys know I prayed
for you.
Pray is a
strong word, though. It was more like believing.
To the future governor of my
academic organization: Know that you have people around you who actually know
shiz about how things should be done. They exist as the executive committee,
and will always be there to support you. Take care of them and they will do the
same thing, maybe even more. Trust your members. If they disappoint you
somehow, encourage them to do better next time, if next time exists. Otherwise you can just give them candy so they
could suck it up. I don’t think anyone likes to lose, so you can safely assume
that they have done their best. More importantly, however, give them a reason to
win; aside from the thrill of winning, per se. Cheer them on. Before their
competitions, make sure they know that someone’s right behind them – unless it’s
a football match.
To literary-musical competition
sponsors/faciliatators: Find better microphones.
Since I missed the sports portion
of Pahampang, which is stupid because sports are the main reason why we have
Pahampang at all, my memories of the week consist of stage lights, upbeat
choruses of young, innocent voices, and the airiness of Room CM7. I’ll leave it
at that.
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