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The mastermind

I have always been a dreamer. Dreaming that someday I could publish my own book. I tried writing one when I was still 18, but the manuscript was still hidden inside my box of treasures or should I say garbage. But now, I am more than happy to have a blog where I could write anything and everything which pops out of my mind. I could settle now for this and I hope you guys will be patient enough to read my blog may it be nonsense or not.

My dream of becoming a writer had just occurred to me when I was senior high school in University Laboratory School in our town - Kabacan, Cotabato. We had a journalism subject and although I didn't find it interesting, at least it is far better that organic chemistry or analytic algebra. The exercises are just fine but our instructor was very intimidating. Her name is Epifania Bose. She was in her mid 50's at that time, a princess of Bagobo Tribe (one of the many native tribes in the Philippines),speaks English even outside the class, elegant in her own way and shows a strict front on her students. I had a hard time trying to relax whenever she enters the room.

One afternoon, I and my seatmate and friend Jennette (our valedictorian)were having
a good time writing our names with our "wrong hand" on the board (I write on my right hand, so I used my left :-)) Moments later other classmates arrived bringing in a news. It's the birthday of our classmate Jeffrey, lechon (roasted pig)will be served but we are going to roast it ourselves because they hadn't found somebody to do it. We all jumped in excitement. We are going to roast a whole pig! man that was great. We usually buy lechon or hire somebody to do the roasting. So, everybody agreed that we will cut classes that afternoon. The following day, everyone dreaded seeing Mrs. Bose but I did not expect that I was the one (together with Jennette) were named as "master minds" of the crime because our names were on the board! When she fired questions one after another, I wanted to evaporate and be gone forever. Jennette hadn't still arrived in school so I was the one to answer the interrogation. She was so furious and it got even worst because I was answering her in Tagalog. "Speak in English!", she yelled. I stammered, trying to find the most appropriate words to say. I am more concern of my grammar because I know I will be judged accordingly ;-). I don't care if she will buy the reason of just scribbling our names on the board yesterday, that we are just accomplice of the crime and not the masterminds. All that was on my mind is that to deliver my speech excellently.-)

My fear of her had become more intense. All the more when we took the editorial exam for our school paper. I did not expect to be the associate editor next to Jennette who is the editor-in-chief. The two masterminds will be working with the judge.:-) It was announced that the staff will be working overtime for the paper 4 nights in a row to beat the deadline. I was somewhat feeling a little bit comfortable because Jennette will be getting instructions from her more often and not me. I was just the associate editor. But I was again wrong.

We started early. Everyone has their own task. I am writing an article and Jennette is with Mrs. Bose working on something. When I finished my job it was past 3a.m., I looked around and everyone is sleeping. On a chair, on the table and underneath. I chose to have my spot underneath. I pulled my malong (a blanket sewn together on both sided) up to my head so Mrs. Bose could not find me with the thought that she would hesitate to wake me up. I did not know how long I had gone into the world of dreams. Then I felt a tag on my malong. I thought it was just part of my dream. I felt another tag and I pulled down my malong just to see her face. Everyone in the room had their malong pulled up and boy, she maybe remembered mine or spent time pulling malongs to find the mastermind.:-) That was the moment I could not forget, the start of our friendship. We started lay-outing the whole paper together. Then she made me write articles and named after the ones sleeping.;-)My father was very strict so I had her write a letter to him informing that we are working on the paper for a couple more nights. I was the one being called when something is needed to be done. When the day final printing came, I was the one she brought along to the publishing house here in Davao City. Because Jennette was busy on other extra curricular activities, I ended up doing her job and everyone else. The pressure is very unnerving but I had learned so much from it and I learned to like Mrs.Bose.

She had made me realize I could write, not that good but more impressing than a 6th grade :-) I've come to love writing because of her and developed a passion in it by her constant encouragement and praise. She is my friend and dearest mentor. Her friendship has brought me great blessing and eased me with my fear of English professors.

About

I am Carol, 26 years old, choleric-sanguine, loving the married life, a mother to a smart 4-year-old princess and blogaholic. Love books, crafts, blogging, blinkies, coke, iced tea, grilled eggplant, bagoong (fish paste), gardens, flowers, countryside and a good back massage.