Showing posts with label sbc. Show all posts
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Friday, March 22, 2013

I was a Bridgetine Bully too

HI, my name is Ninya Simon, I was a Bridgetine Bully.

There are so many of us who would not admit it, but when we were in high school we bullied other kids too. I remember I bullied at least three kids that I remember. You see I bully in different ways, I would mentally and verbally abuse other kids and I loved calling out their flaws. This was because when I was in high school and elementary I had an inferiority complex. As an adult I acknowledge that I am not a good person.

I know that there were kids in my school who got bullied in so many ways. But back then kids who got bullied fought back. There was a boy who acted out and strong-armed another student against the wall because the group of boys in our class always made fun of him. People remember him to be a bully, but I was one so I knew he wasn't. He was just afraid that if he didn't make himself seem tough, that the other kids would continue to bully him.

When I came home earlier today I heard from my mom and my derma (I was going home to get injections for my eczema) about another suicide. This time from my alma mater in Batangas. My derma has a daughter who was grade school classmates with the boy name Lee. Lee apparently shot himself due to depression caused by a combination of family and academic issues. He was bullied too.

Sometimes it's the quiet ones that suffer the most.

I remember I had a classmate who sat in the dark waiting for the class to start again. I wonder if Lee was like her too, pressured to keep his grades up and embarrassed when he needed to interact with other students who didn't seem to understand him. I wonder if one of the bullies in his class was like me and had taken the time to talk to him even when he didn't want to, would he still be around.

I sucked in Math. I totally did. I was only able to survive because I asked my superhuman math brains to teach me how to pass the tests in exchange for helping them out with their English essays and whatnot. I wonder if Lee had friends who would take the time to help him with his Math shortcomings would he have been able to pass his exams like I did and had one less thing to worry about.

What shocked me the most was the news that his teacher had replied to a text message with something akin to "What do you think?" when he asked if he was going to fail his subject. I took education units in Batangas State University and I know the Code of Ethics of Teachers. There is a whole freaking subject for it. You also need to take Psychology classes and train to be a teacher. No matter how tired my Math and Physics teachers were when I was in SBC no one told me this.

My teacher in Physics talked to me before saying that I would get a grade on my card that was lower than the expected low grade per subject for achievers. So she told me that she would adjust my grade for that grading and lend me a couple of points but that I would have to make it up for he next grading and I did. I hated Physics the subject but I found encouragement in my teacher who believed in me and helped focus that  grading on improving my grade. My parents didn't expect us to be achievers but I was motivated by my classmates who were doing well in school and my teachers who made learning fun despite the intense pressure we were all under in high school.

We called the kid who smelled "putok". We called the kids who always had their good morning towel as "drivers". We called the fat kids names too. We sang "Silvertoes" to girls who liked guys who were out of their league. There were even boys who pretended to give flowers to those girls who liked them. I did power-tripping during PMT and apparently was too much of a tight-ass when I was in my senior year. But none of my friends got bullied, I bullied other bullies when they tried to come near my friends. Sometimes you can be a good bully if you defended those who were weaker than you.

But what is worse in this situation is when good people do nothing. When good men do nothing evil prevails. 




Because of this I would be eternally grateful to one of my closest friends in EVER. She was a Bridgetine too. She sat me down near a tree in our high school building and told me what all the other kids were scared to tell me, that I was hurting them because of my behavior. For me I was just being my rowdy self. But she told me in the best possible way, away from others and without embarrassing me too that I had to change or people would start avoiding me. Real friend never embarrass or play jokes on each other. They help each other be the best version of themselves they could be.

Sometimes all a bully needs is someone to tell them that they are hurting themselves and others and that they can change. That they have every chance to change.

Sometimes all we need to have is COMPASSION for those who are not getting by as easily as we are. IF WE PLACE OURSELVES IN THEIR SHOES WE WOULD SEE THE WORLD IS NOT AS EASY TO LIVE IN AS WE THOUGHT and we would learn to be more sensitive in the things we say and do.

To my dear co-Bridgetines, let us pray for Lee and all the other kids who got bullied then and are getting bullied now.








P.S.

Not all bullies graduate from being their high school self. When you go to college they just wear a different uniform and just use different tactics. After college you will encounter them at work. And whatever you do they will not change or make life less miserable for you.

Like I said in my previous blog about the UPM girl. 

Each student should have a picture of their smiling parents and their friends in their wallet, ID pockets and whatnot so that when they feel like giving up and they can't go one anymore they just have to imagine what it would look like when those smiles are replaced by tears and sorrow because they are gone.

We can survive a lot of things, bullying, rejection, family problems and even a failed Math test if we just find the courage to cry in our mother's arms or to speak up if we are in a dark place. Sometimes the only person who can help us is ourselves. If all else fails there is GOD.


Be grateful of the love and life you had. Until you are responsible for another life would you understand just how much you owe your parents for having raised you.

Please always choose to stay than go away.






 

Sunday, February 3, 2013

SBC 100 years AHC : Blue & White


It was the best of time and it was the worst of times. Some people tend to say that about their time in school. I think I lived in a cocoon during the time that I was in elementary and high school. I am not shy to say that I may be the kind of person who peaked during my school years. I was a bully to people who were not my friends and cared only for my own comforts. I don’t remember everybody from elementary and high school so though it may be fun to be an organizer, I would be the worst person to ask the sentence,  “Do you remember…?” I would automatically say no. It actually happened during the centennial alumni homecoming. I forgot a guy who played for the exhibition game. I was like, “I don’t remember going to school with this guy." I later realized I might have encountered him at times but bitchy brat weirdo that I was I don’t remember him since I didn’t really  pay attention to people who were neither my classmates nor my crush. It’s weird when people remember you and you don’t remember them. But as the past goes, he remembers me for a version of bullying I did during my officer years. Infamous has always been a tag I had on my person but I have grown to not care.

It was great to be able to see old players get things going on the court. I used to LOVE watching and writing stuff on stats for the games. People always though I was some kind of sports writer for the school organ (newspaper) but I wasn’t I was just a weird fan like that. I actually at those times wanted to be a sports journalist. ^.^

We were the bracket champion and had the trophy for it.



But we came short 6 points to win the exhibition game. I hoped I was able to know they were doing the championship games. I would have gone home to watch it and just travelled back to work. *then again my prod was on the line so I probably wouldn’t have*

Funny thing was an Aquino was playing for the other team and we were missing our Aquino on our side. That would have been epic if they played against each other. Lala’s brother was killing us with his awesomeness. If the lil man was on my team I would applaud him but I want to hrrr him because he wasn’t. ^.^

I took a tryke to SBC after getting to batangas, eating breakfast and taking a bath. I had to walk from the parking area in the back to get inside.  A helpful guard told me that the registration was at the main gate. *Manong malamang* I saw Eka there and we waited for Dada. No reg for us just wrote down our names on the guest list since the ID tags were out.  I let Eka and Dada go to the gym first I went up and was told by a teacher or alumnae that my batchmates went down after leaving a message on the board.  I didn’t realize Abs was Abi B so I left a message for Max that Eka and I would be watching the game. When I came down it turned out that they were all there. It turns out the game was delayed and we would have to wait.
We went back up to wait for the game to start. When it did, I didn’t care if my voice was my bread and butter, I was in high school again and my voice echoed in the gym. At one point I was able to be louder than the other team’s cheerers. Loving our own is not difficult since we spent years supporting them in various things. The friendship too made it worth the while. Just this time the heckling was more of “your wife/gf said you won’t get any if you screw it up”. Good times.


lakad pa lang matikas na













sasoy vs goliath

Lala's Bro





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We decided to go somewhere after. Smuch as the activities and the alumni show would have been fun to watch I was from my years of Febfairing knew that the people that you spend time with and not the things you watch is what matters the most.
The peeps I was with were not in my circle of friends maybe except Eka and Abi. They are what I call my Venn Diagram friends. Friends of friends or classmates of friends or friends of my classmates from years past. But like what we realized when we graduated from SBC and meet in other school, we would always gravitate towards each other because that is how Batanguenos are.


there were more food later
We ate and drank and talked. We shared live after college experiences. They ribbed each other over who had courted or had a crush on whom. Not going to go into details I don’t want to be unfriended on facebook. LOL


I just realized that it was a good thing AND a bad thing that I was just plain weird during those times. I was able to just enjoy being a kid. AND the more adult playing I did in the freedom of my college years. Because no offense to my parents and parents in general, had I stayed here I would have been smothered.



I was told I tend to live in the past. Going back helps me realize that there were  a lot of things I already forgot but that some things stay with you, camaraderie, a sense of home and the need to know that things then happened for a reason. And that collectively all your experiences helped shape who you are now.

I am just sad that BJ, Jonas and a few others were not given a chance to even choose whether to go or not. But I am sure that they were there with us in spirit.


To those who were not there, we know you could have if you could. To those who didn’t want to because they thought it was lame, you missed 100 years of your life. To those who were there, next time ulit!



Saturday, February 2, 2013

Late for School

Champorado for breakfast. Fish for a meal. Hurrying to take a bath to make it on time.
I won't be in a blue skirt or a blue jumper this time. But I am going back to school.

I just hope I can still register.

As we merry Bridgetines sing along

From our laughing lips come a song

Which will rise and swell and mark the beat

Of the willing feet of our Master sweet

And our eyes will shine with love alone

Lamp of truth, strong and burning

From the light that’s yours St. Bridget

And the glory round your throne

So all Bridgetines sing

When the bells no longer chime

With arms linked and hearts linked

So let our life’s light shine

Forever and ever to the final sunset flame

Till the last great rolling echo

Is our dear St. Bridget’s name