Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Expect the Unexpected

It was indeed a weekly routine for Naguenians (term used for students of Naga City Science High School) to lead the flag ceremony every morning. Citizenship Advancement Trainees (CAT) do the flag raising, we, the Drum, Lyre, and Majorette Organization (DLMO) play the national anthem, and class representatives present any intermission number at the end of the week. It was a sort of a task given to us by a teacher, and this task is performed by a section, and after a week, the task is passed onto another section. This was the cycle, or should I say the "rotation" so that all sections would be given a chance to lead the flag ceremony.

Each section has their own class president. The class president's task is to say any sort of a "speech" about their section, and if he/she wished to, he/she can also say something about their batch. When I was in 3rd year, it happened to be that my guy best friend in our class was our president. Well, he is just a simple, silent guy, and I think most of the words that come out from his mouth mean a serious matter. Before the flag ceremony, I was thinking about what would this guy say about our section, knowing that this guy speaks not that often. And yes, during his speech, he spoke a little, and his ending line is "Well, just expect the unexpected from the Osiris batch". After all, it's just a statement to me, a simple statement indeed. It is because I treat it as a tagline derived from somewhere, and I think that this is just a paradox which will just complicate my mind. Nonetheless, I never knew and never expected that this simple statement would say hello to me, and make a great impact in my life.

In my recent blogpost, I have mentioned about my Senior Project as an entry for a certain event called Philippine Computing Science Congress 2012 (PCSC 2012). I have also stated that I have just accomplished the documents for the very first step, which is the application process. Me and my project adviser have worked for those, hoping that my Senior Project would be accepted for oral presentation. A notification mail will just be sent to us which will determine if we made it or not. We have to wait for 24 days before we can celebrate, or before I can hear my adviser say, "Hmm, okay. Better luck next time, raffy." *hahaha! LOL!* This 24 days seem to be too long in such a way that I'm having countdowns in my head every after a day pass by. Yes, I am so excited because this is a big event, I mean BIG event, and the opportunity is so rare. *deep sigh* 

The judgement day came. Actually, I wasn't expecting for anything. It's just a sudden feeling that "Oh, it's February 3! And so?". I was quite nervous, but I tried to divert my emotions via negation. I'm just thinking that "oh, I won't be there, that's why there's nothing to be nervous about." I kept this mindset because I am not really confident about my SP getting into a certain event, most especially the kind of event that we had ventured. I am also not the brightest programmer in our pack, and I have not achieved any recognition about my programming skills. It was during night time when I was able to open my gmail account for some conversations with my adviser, not for the PCSC 2012 thing. I've checked my inbox, and it says I have one new message. As what I have said, I have pending conversation with my adviser, and of course, I am expecting that that one new message is from him...........










I was stunned after reading the content of this only mail that I have received during the day. It was mixed emotions, knowing that I didn't expected for anything. I was reminisced by the quote of my friend, to expect the unexpected things in life. It was indeed a blessing from God; an answered prayer.


*credits to all of my IT friends (nikko, neithan, marlon, tope, and all other IT buds) who helped me in this project, most especially to those who prayed with me (laika, zyra). Huge credit for my project advisor, Dr. Allan A. Sioson. This is for you guys.. Thank you very much... :D

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