De Javu

This is actually like Grade 6 part 3 of the story. In case you just stumbled upon my blog, let me lead you to Part 1 which is My First Fight and the Part 2 is I Am One with the "Nature". If you happen to see any grammatically wrong sentence here in my blog I am very sorry... but I am trying my best to narrate everything in English. =) any comments, suggestions and reactions are most welcome her in my blog. Enjoy reading!

My most awaited event in the entire school year has come-- the Athletic meet. I loved it very much that I ranked girl scouting as 2nd place to it. I have been waiting for the Athletic meet since the start of the schoolyear and I am very excited to have my revenge and to show the judges in the Provincial meet that they were mistaken not to have me play on the decision match in the past year. I was still the lone winner for Chess girls, but this time, I was the player for Board 1. Level up guys, level up!!! And the Board 2 player was one of my peer whom became very passionate about learning chess since I won third place last year in the Provincial meet (story: Behind the Clouds). I taught her how to play and we were lucky we were both winners by the fault. Nobody dared to fight us...LOL. Automatically, we were qualified for the Provincial meet same with the boy whom I were with last year. He is not promoted to Board 1 because the past board 1 player is our batchmate but from another District.

The usual training started. One month away from the family, plus the week you will have for the competition. It is much longer vacation than the scouting which only lasts for 1 week!!! We've got the same trainer from last year and the tricks were pretty much the same but I became sharper with using it this time. Before we were sent to the Provincial meet, I defeated my trainers who is an old man and a young adult man. Both of them congratulated me and convinced me that I am really ready for the tournament. That made my heart so proud and overwhelmed. It added to my confidence and fueled up my passion to win the tournament.

Training time wasn't always training time for chess (for me...hehehe). I managed to sneak out and go to the volleyball team wherein my seatmate's cousin allows me to play as a substitute whenever one of her players is tired or got injured. I was so happy it always felt like the first time for me to be in the court, even though I was joining them last year in their practice and early morning exercises/training. The reason why? I NEVER MANAGED TO LET MY SERVICE PASS OVER THE OTHER SIDE OF THE NET!!! I was really frustrated and yet it did not stop me from persevering. Everyday. everytime, as long as I have "extra" time I would beg them to let me in the court. Even if I always got hit by the ball everywhere, yes. Everywhere. Even my face didn't escape the wrath of that flying ball! But I really wanted to learn so I still stick to it like a super glue would do. No pain, no gain. =)

Another thing I love about this training period is breakfast time. We get to go eat in the house of our sponsors for breakfast. Everyday there is a different sponsor and they usually prepare lots of good foods for us. It's not like any ordinary breakfast of the day. It was like a feast early in the morning.

The most awaited moment has come. The day before the start of the tournament I bought a stock of Polo Candy (yeah, the mint with the hole...hahaha loved this candy). You know why? I discovered that when I get tensed and feels like my head is burning from too much concentration I spend in a game, I try to have this candy to lessen the tension and relieve a little bit the pseudo-hyperthermia I am going through. The feverish feeling is like melting my brain out into the game. But hey this time, my record is clean. FLAWLESS VICTORY just what Mortal Kombat would usually say in the arcade.

The days went just easy even if the battles were really tough since I was competing with the past Board 1 players this time. Some games took me a short time to defeat them. Some would give me a hard time and heat my brain up to the extreme. But thanks to Polo, the mint with the hole (LOL...can't help but to laugh about this) I managed to win the hardest battle. But we were running behind the schedule this time. I was wondering how the judges will be able to finish the matches when at the day of the awarding we still have 5 matches to fight. That very afternoon will be the awarding of winners and there is 2 remaining matches that I have to go through. Suddenly, when we came back in the afternoon for any news about the matches, the judges instantaneously announced: ____ is the first place, ____ is the second place, and they put me to third place. WHYYYYYYY????? I asked my coach how could they do that! I asked her to please ask the judges what are their grounds for such decision? My coach went back to me disappointedly. Of course she would like once again to coach a student to the Regionals and if I got lucky to the Nationals but the judges just told her, "This school got an excellent trainer and they would spend money just for the training of their player." WHAAAAAATTTTT??? Just like that??? Yes, sadly, just like that. I bet there's politics going on in their system. An all time monkey business traditionally done by the politicians. And since we don't have the money to spend that ostentatious, we just left everything for Karma to take place. In the end of the awarding, Our good-natured coach never forgets to give her treat to us for doing such a great job even though the male players didn't fare well on their matches but still, our coach treats everybody equally as her "child". I just loved our coach.

So the day ended with broken heart but with the graceful acceptance of defeat. We still managed to smile and joke about the times we were in the tournament area and made fun with how we look while we were having a gr We did all the best effort we can and we just got short of luck. =) Anyway the experience was so priceless and considered as my once in lifetime treasures which I am always thankful for and never regret whatever the outcome may be. This was one of the moments I feel grateful for my existence. History may repeat itself but there will always be a turningpoint where a change can happen and start a new beginning, a new chapter of learning experience. =)



**To be continued...

Please check out the Blog Archive for the sequencing of the stories, starting from Me: Before It Happened