Dance Bottle Concludes Hiphop National Interschool Competition
This is a response to the comments and emails I’ve been receiving about this post.
Dance Bottle Concludes Hiphop National Interschool Competition
Monday, 16 November 2009 11:51
Written by Michelle Ann S. Rio
A week after the Hip Hop National Interschool Competiition at UP, the Dance...
Source: Dance Manila
First Love
High school, they say, is the most enjoyable part of the education process. Well, if acne, armpit odor, newfound pubic hair, and insecurity appeal to you. Of course, we’ve all encountered this precarious stage. For me to be able to blog about it as I’m actually going through the process is exhilarating (as weird as that may sound).
High school is also where most people meet their first love. Many will argue that they met theirs in elementary. I maintain that love is improbable to find in those younger days. You’re too immature to differentiate infatuation and love, and too stupid to make a move. High school–which coincides with the onset of adolescence–means the development of your adult emotions. Your libido stirs. Suddenly the bathroom is more than a place for pooping and showering. You become explorative in many ways.
You fall in love.
That is every person’s tragedy.
Goodbye High School; Hello err.. College!?
I’m so not into high school drama. But of course, being a regular high school student, it makes me a part of it no matter how I try to hide from the soap opera. High school life is mostly referred to by some as “the best part of your life”.
Honestly, I can’t say that it is the case for me. Why? I’m not a very intelligent person as what my parents believed I am. Though I was quite fortunate because I belong to the NODE section in our school
