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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

NATIONAL ACHIEVEMENT TEST PROCTOR

Today I had to wake up early. I was up as early as 3 in the morning. Whew... Had to take a bath despite the cold shower. Dressed myself, made myself look pleasant and headed for the jeepney station. I thought of taking a taxi from Balulang to Tagoloan National High School, but when I got to the station, no taxi was available. Luckily, a multi cab passed by and I hopped on. When I reached National Bookstore, I took a cab. I reached Tagoloan National High School and I became poorer by P 180.00, lol...but I arrived 45 minutes before the expected time, so no problem with the cost. And since I arrived second, I was given Room #2 for my room assignment. We started the exam 8:15, finished at 2 in the afternoon. I was dead tired and yawning, but I guess I was able to survive the day...

It was a different experience compared with proctoring a psychological exam, which I have been accustomed to. And the students taking the exams are quite different too. Anyway, I have pictures of today's activity but my PC is not allowing me to upload the pics.. will try again later... Visit this post back for updates...


Anyway, I am really very sleepy now... will update tomorrow.. Goodnight all!!!

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

FEELING SAFE...

From the time I was able to ride a bike, a motorcycle or a car, there are only four people who have made me feel safe during the ride. Whether it's a fast drive or a slow turn, I do not feel like dying the moment we reach the next curve.

Why am I in RECALL MODE? Well, for a week now, I have been going home through a single motor. It is known to many here in Cagayan de Oro as "habal-habal"... from Cathedral to Balulang, it will cost P 30.00, and I can go home fast. No more waiting for the multicab to be full and move. The drivers are careful but I am not exactly comfortable riding with strangers. Soon enough, the guys have become familiar and friendly but still, I do not feel safe. I silently pray during the ride, for God to keep us safe, the driver and I, as a little girl awaits my coming home.

I love my little girl... and since I am the only surviving parent she will ever know... I can't DIE now... NOT YET anyway... Dear God, please hear this prayer...