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Monday, March 19, 2007
My high school has a website now. This is a huge technological step up considering that we only had one computer with dial-up Internet access when I was a senior. It was in a corner of the faculty room, and we only used it for emergency emails and checking the UPCAT results (provided that we spent the mandatory hour sucking up to the room-full of teachers and/or feeding them enough inter-student intrigue to last them the week.)
Quite a number of people have asked me about PHSA’s application procedures, and I’ve always been iffy about encouraging others to go to Makiling. The reasons for this sentiment, which I’ve been harboring since I left the mountain for college, are better left for real-life conversation. Probably because a blog entry cannot accommodate all the tears and riled up hand gestures such an explanation requires. Those were four of the best years of my life, and I am incredibly indebted to the place for who I am and what I’m capable of, but I wouldn’t exactly wish it on anyone else.
So if you want yourself or your kid to have a life-changing experience with possible harmful side-effects, by all means apply.
Also on the website is an online version of Variations, PHSA’s official school publication and the cause of my traumatized stance towards journalism. Apparently, this year’s staff is no longer under the Nazi of a moderator I had been under, so good for them. Nazi Moderator used to play favoritism-related mind games with the staff and always went apeshit whenever we prioritized our academics or arts requirements over her beloved paper. Winning the PressCon (government-run journ contests held in public high schools all over the country) seemed to be the one thing that convinced her of her dignity, so she pretty much enslaved us back then. Especially we creative writers, who, due to the tiny student population, were automatically part of the editorial board whether we wanted to be or not. And I used to like journalism. I really, really did. Back when I had a choice.
Now that four years have been placed between me and Makiling (and now that I have more time on my hands than I can standOHGODGETMEOUTOFTHISHOUSE), it sure is fun to look back and gripe.
posted by marguerite @ 9:41 PM
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