ᶫᵒᵛᵉ 一 ʚĭɞ ༉‧₊˚✧ entry #9: campus journalism

♪₊˚.🎧︵‿ ⩩ ᝢ dearest digi!diary 🎀

i used to be a campus journalist. (if u need an explanation what is it, because i have soon realized not many of the people are acquainted with the term; though it's kind of self-explanatory, really. campus journalists write their school's newspaper and they are classified into different content categories. you can just search up for it, i'm too lazy to classify each one.) i really enjoyed my time being a journalist. i feel like i got out of my comfort zone and made me the outspoken person i am now. many of my teachers told me to join journalism, and i did, too, but i only somehow got into it on my last year in junior high school. (in the philippines, high school is separated into two: 7th to 10th graders are junior high schools, while 11th to 12th are called senior high school.) i tried getting into it early, however, i didn't have the connection up until my english teacher personally approached me about it. (my previous english teacher was pregnant and therefore had someone new replaced her for some time) i got into it! 2nd place! it was my first time, and i felt so happy!

here comes the dilemma, they only called for me when a competition was upcoming, otherwise, it was mostly just empty. i only got to write when i'm needed. and honestly... it felt so lukewarm. so shallow... so... pathetic. why do i only get to be a journalist when it's needed and convenient?

fast forward, i was pushed into a category i have never once in my life written in. (i actually went for editorial writing, but since i placed 2nd from before, i was pushed into column writing, because they wanted to accommodate and make sure the 1st place get into the category she won; it's basically the same but it felt so... weird. i wasn't used to write with a first-person viewpoint.) anyway, here's what happened: i won the column writing SOMEHOW!!! (please keep in mind a month had only passed when i won, and i only trained for column for a week.) i felt so happy, it meant i got to represent my region. i convinced myself it was beginner's luck.

i joined another competition after that, and i also placed in rankings. but since it was my last year in junior high, i had to move schools, and i felt like my 3-month old campus journalism experience felt like an actual, unforgettable, the-one-that-got-away 3-month old situationship (LOL) if i could compare it to something, it hurts as if you finally found the love of your life but because of some circumstances, you had to lose them and let go of their warm grasp and let them go.

being a campus journalist taught me so much, and i still think this was my "the one that got away" if you wanna ask why i moved schools, education is not good in public schools. and it lacked too many infrastructures and school materials that will suffice for the students. and i didnt had the chance to join on it on my elementary because it wasn't just available.

maybe in another life, i would've pursued journalism longer. i wouldn't be thinking it was my lost forever. but this is it, this is what we get. there is no such thing as another universe no matter how much i treat it as my solace.

much love xx ⌂ ੭ ░