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"Create a five-minute presentation about the ethnic dances of the Philippines."
A pair of students sat on the corner as the others push the seats to the edges of the room to have more practice space. From the way they laugh, you won't sense a bit of uneasiness even if the deadline is only three days away and their class hasn't even worked on a title yet. Talking about how they slept when the topic was discussed and their whines and complaints about how their teacher is boring drown out the directions given by their leader. A classmate shouts asking for help to organize the music but was quickly shut down and mocked by the pair. Tired from laughing too hard, the two doze off.
Meanwhile, the musical committee gathered around the electric fan. All the members were the popular students who volunteered to get the position. They elected the most popular kid as committee head. He told his story about how he got his new phone while sitting in front of the fan thus receiving most of the air. He then tells a funny joke and everyone around him started to laugh. This was noticed by their leader who then asked about the progress of the group. The head immediately replied that they can't do anything since the props committee has not planned a costume yet and one by one the others justify the committee head's reason. The leader gave up trying to question them and focused on the other groups. As she went away, the head badmouthed the leader.
As the leader was explaining the topic further, a frisbee flew only a few centimeters above her head. Though nearly hitting their leader, the receiver throws back the frisbee this time, hitting their classmate beside the leader. They laughingly apologized and carried on with their horseplay along with other members of the choreography group. The teacher shushed the class causing the students to stop their ruckus but resumed their childish play after finding a well-made paper ball. A player scored a three but hit the teacher in the head.
Bothered by their child-like behavior, the self-proclaimed "mature" students went outside to buy food at the canteen without even letting their leader know. Having their fill, they sat outside, by the door talking about their relationships and their favorite athletes. Realizing this, the leader went to their spot and asked which committee they belonged to. One student replied while texting someone that they will just buy the materials needed. The leader fumingly re-entered the room and discussed who will do the comical scene. Lightning-fast, the students outside sprang to action and presented themselves.
Only fifteen minutes after the teacher gave the signal, the leader gave up and walked out crying.
She was full of them. She gave them all she has--her time, effort, sweat, tears--but still nothing. Like asking rain from a rock, the ebony of a crane: nothing. Was it too much to hope? Did she not give enough? Was it wrong to persevere?
In the middle of the hallway, tears blessed the floor. With one final sigh, she closed her eyes and quit.
The day of the judging came. It was a miracle that they managed to present something. After that they were all psyched. Some act humble saying they won't make the cut with smiles reaching their ears. Along, they made comments and comparisons between theirs and the other classes performances since they were first to perform. Alas, drumroll.
They were surprised of the result. Only third place after all the effort they've done? There must be some kind of mistake! They gave it their best! Only two thoughts came to their minds. One, the judging was biased since one of the judges is a friend of the champion class. It must be the reason. They made everyone laugh even with their unprecedented errors, how could they lose? If, however, they were proven wrong, it must be their leader. She quit on them. She was too weak to handle and lead the class. It was her fault they lost since she didn't do her job properly. All eyes glued to her, she faced them. With a straight face, she left them. All the insults came after but she didn't flinch a bit. She wasn't bothered at all.
Who was right, who was wrong? Be smart enough to know. Be human enough to understand.
Feature (Submission): Class Production
"Create a five-minute presentation about the ethnic dances of the Philippines."
A pair of students sat on the corner as the others push the seats to the edges of the room to have more practice space. From the way they laugh, you won't sense a bit of uneasiness even if the deadline is only three days away and their class hasn't even worked on a title yet. Talking about how they slept when the topic was discussed and their whines and complaints about how their teacher is boring drown out the directions given by their leader. A classmate shouts asking for help to organize the music but was quickly shut down and mocked by the pair. Tired from laughing too hard, the two doze off.
Meanwhile, the musical committee gathered around the electric fan. All the members were the popular students who volunteered to get the position. They elected the most popular kid as committee head. He told his story about how he got his new phone while sitting in front of the fan thus receiving most of the air. He then tells a funny joke and everyone around him started to laugh. This was noticed by their leader who then asked about the progress of the group. The head immediately replied that they can't do anything since the props committee has not planned a costume yet and one by one the others justify the committee head's reason. The leader gave up trying to question them and focused on the other groups. As she went away, the head badmouthed the leader.
As the leader was explaining the topic further, a frisbee flew only a few centimeters above her head. Though nearly hitting their leader, the receiver throws back the frisbee this time, hitting their classmate beside the leader. They laughingly apologized and carried on with their horseplay along with other members of the choreography group. The teacher shushed the class causing the students to stop their ruckus but resumed their childish play after finding a well-made paper ball. A player scored a three but hit the teacher in the head.
Bothered by their child-like behavior, the self-proclaimed "mature" students went outside to buy food at the canteen without even letting their leader know. Having their fill, they sat outside, by the door talking about their relationships and their favorite athletes. Realizing this, the leader went to their spot and asked which committee they belonged to. One student replied while texting someone that they will just buy the materials needed. The leader fumingly re-entered the room and discussed who will do the comical scene. Lightning-fast, the students outside sprang to action and presented themselves.
Only fifteen minutes after the teacher gave the signal, the leader gave up and walked out crying.
She was full of them. She gave them all she has--her time, effort, sweat, tears--but still nothing. Like asking rain from a rock, the ebony of a crane: nothing. Was it too much to hope? Did she not give enough? Was it wrong to persevere?
In the middle of the hallway, tears blessed the floor. With one final sigh, she closed her eyes and quit.
The day of the judging came. It was a miracle that they managed to present something. After that they were all psyched. Some act humble saying they won't make the cut with smiles reaching their ears. Along, they made comments and comparisons between theirs and the other classes performances since they were first to perform. Alas, drumroll.
They were surprised of the result. Only third place after all the effort they've done? There must be some kind of mistake! They gave it their best! Only two thoughts came to their minds. One, the judging was biased since one of the judges is a friend of the champion class. It must be the reason. They made everyone laugh even with their unprecedented errors, how could they lose? If, however, they were proven wrong, it must be their leader. She quit on them. She was too weak to handle and lead the class. It was her fault they lost since she didn't do her job properly. All eyes glued to her, she faced them. With a straight face, she left them. All the insults came after but she didn't flinch a bit. She wasn't bothered at all.
Who was right, who was wrong? Be smart enough to know. Be human enough to understand.
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