Final days (part two)

Can I accept it?
Shall I accept it?

Now, I am thinking: Had I become the Valedictorian, I could have been happier. Getting my desired position would have given me great satisfaction. Marching proudly as the Valedictorian could have been one enough reason to say, "Four years in high school was all worth it."

But being the Salutatorian is enough to say that I am happy. It is enough to be happy. It is a blessing from God that I should be thankful for. This position is enough to stand up with pride.

I have become sad, yes. But I did not cry after the deliberation. I don't cry. I am not crying. And I won't cry for not being on top. Everything is done. There is no use of crying over spilled milk. I cannot put back the hands of the clock.

My mind is open. I am a broad-minded person. I am open to the fact that somebody is better that I. I showed all the people that I did my best. But somebody's best was better than mine.

On the last few days I will be spending in school, all I want to do is be comfortable with everybody. Be happy and cheerful. I know that being the Salutatorian is not bad at all. Instead of feeling disappointed about the result, I'd rather be joyful as I show the people that I deserve to be one of the top five students of the Regular Class. And even though I was not able to fulfill my desire, I will still wear the white toga and white cap with happiness and contentment.

To GOD be the glory!

Zeus

Well, since I do not have time to wrack my brain for something that will interest you, let us have a review about the Greek god ZEUS.

Zeus (IPA: /zjuːs/) in Greek mythology is the king of the gods, the ruler of Mount Olympus and the god of the sky and thunder. His symbols are the thunderbolt, eagle, bull, and oak. In addition to his Indo-European inheritance, the classical "cloud-gatherer" also derives certain iconographic traits from the cultures of the ancient Near East, such as the scepter. Zeus is frequently depicted by Greek artists in one of two poses: standing, striding forward, with a thunderbolt leveled in his raised right hand, or seated in majesty.

Zeus was the child of Cronus and Rhea, and the youngest of his siblings. In most traditions he was married to Hera, although, at the oracle of Dodona, his consort was Dione: according to the Iliad, he is the father of Aphrodite by Dione. He is known for his erotic escapades. These resulted in many godly and heroic offspring, including Athena, Apollo and Artemis, Hermes, Persephone (by Demeter), Dionysus, Perseus, Heracles, Helen, Minos, and the Muses (by Mnemosyne); by Hera, he is usually said to have fathered Ares, Hebe and Hephaestus.[1]

In Greek, the god's name is Greek: nominative: Ζεύς Zeús /zdeús/, genitive: Διός Diós; Modern Greek /'zefs/. His Roman counterpart was Jupiter and his Etruscan counterpart Tinia. In Hindu mythology his counterpart was Indra with ever common weapon as thunderbolt.

(Source: wikipedia.org)

Final days (part one)

Senior year is nearing its end. We, students in our last year in Pangasinan National High School, are getting ready for one final event--graduation. No more assignments, hard-to-accomplish projects and long and boring examinations. We will finally say goodbye to our teachers who made us feel either happy or, well, bored.

For four years in high school, there was competition. Competition for the top position in class. And, yes, this competition has just ended.

Being in the highest section of the regular class, I have been involved in the competition. I did my best to obtain a good result. I strived hard to get my desired position in class. I worked hard to fulfill everyone's high expectations.

But it seemed that my perseverance was not enough. My hard work was not enough. Did I lack something?

Our general averages were released. Claudine Enduma, our former top two in class, ranked first in academics. I ranked second. Of course, for a former top one like me, it was a sad outcome. But I did not lose hope.

March 10, 2009. Deliberation. Each student in the top sixteen had a compilation of certifications from the co-curricular activities he/she joined. I had mine. The deliberation was the final battle. The very final competition. I admit, knowing that I joined a number of activities and contests, right on that day, I was hoping that I could still be the Valedictorian.

You cannot blame me if up to the last minute of the game, I've still had that desire. When I was in my sophomore year, I strived hard to be the top one. I succeeded. And so it would not be that easy to just give up the desire of becoming the Valedictorian.

There came the result of the deliberation. In the co-curricular activities, I ranked first. Claudine, second. But, still, it was not satisfying. Being the first in academics, Claudine had to be fourth (or lower) in co-curricular activities for me to become the Valedictorian. But it did not turn out to be that way.

So, yes. The result: Claudine is the Valedictorian; I am the Salutatorian. There's a certain part of me that says that I am sad. But I prefer to be happy...both for Claudine and for myself.

Now, there is one more question to be answered and I know that you have this in mind: Can I accept with all my heart that I am not the Valedictorian?

Forgive me, but I will leave that query hanging in the air for now.

(To be continued)