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Immunization Week

 I wrote this on June 22, 2006. Being a freshman then I stopped to look at the papers posted on the OSA bulletin board. I saw one that had the prices of vaccines on it for the immunization week. Below it was information for the essay contest for the same event and it said “1st prize:3,000 php”. I sort of needed cash that time and was itching to write something of purpose anyway so I jumped at the chance.  I won unexpectedly and was supposed to receive my prize at the Mr and Ms Freshie program but I decided to not go and claim it at the OSA instead. Haha, i dunno why but hey I didn’t want to broadcast it to everyone. Now that I read it again, it seems kind of silly for a 500 word essay. Anyway, here’s the entry:

Theme: One Shot Can Make A Difference

 

            I planted my eyes on the object that the doctor was wielding: a strange tubular instrument containing some liquid with a needle sticking out on the end. “What is that for, doctor?” I asked, to satisfy my curiosity. “It’s a little something to aid you and your health, child.” He pats my shoulder and brought the instrument closer to my arm. “This may sting a bit but rest assured, it’s for your own good.” The needle homed in on its target and burrowed its way through my skin, spewing forth colorless liquid into my body.

            It did sting a bit… Only then did the doctor orient me about “shots” and “vaccination.” I was a five year old then so I didn’t get to comprehend what the doctor was trying to say.  Only later did I realize that vaccination is a treat way better than the free lollipop after every shot.

Immunity against diseases is one heck of a privilege to acquire, like having this protective barrier against diseases all the time – With that single shot, I was granted a ticket to a better, healthier lifestyle. No longer will I be troubled by thoughts of Hepatitis, Smallpox, that nasty Measles, really embarrassing Chickenpox that leaves you looking spotty, the untimely Influenza where powers of cough, colds and fever join for your misery and others that make your life a burden. This allows me to work to my fullest potential.

In addition, a healthier me produces a healthier environment; minimizing the possibility of infecting other people certainly makes the world a better place, doesn’t it? But what if a whole community would start taking their shots? Imagine, the resistance against diseases would jump two, maybe even three folds.

Amazing? All because of a single shot.

And when we have communities like that in the Philippines, who knows what we can achieve? What new heights could we reach? Probably we could accomplish way beyond our limits.

Imagine all these occurring because of a single shot. Doesn’t that make you feel eager to get yours?  I think we should start with that. Seemingly simple yet incredibly powerful. What a huge impact it could create on all of us. I made my move years ago, how about you? Go ahead, friends. One shot. All it takes.

 

Laughtrip. haha. The whole essay is like a running advertisement. Oh well, at least they bought it.

 

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October 31, 2008 at 6:52 am 4 comments

So my blog won’t be entirely empty

Apparently my brain cells are not working as much as they used to do. To compensate for days that writer’s block (if that is really what I experience) or laziness stop me from coming up with decent blog posts, I’ve decided to put instead articles that have been stagnating in the C: drive of my computer. Well they’re documents that I either passed as a requirement in my subjects or written for some other reasons that are not as collective enough to put in a category. Hope these fillers make sense and prevent my blog from being empty.

October 31, 2008 at 6:29 am Leave a comment

On grades that make or break us

I remember the first time I got more than 1 mistake in a quiz. It was in grade 5 and the score that stared at me from the paper was 11/15. I cried and even ran to my busmate from the other section to seek comfort because I felt miserable, like the whole world was about to crash on me. I know it’s an overreaction but for a kid like me who only got 1 or 2 mistakes, it was definitely heart breaking. A few hours later, ice cream and the play station served the purpose of consoling me plus the thought that I will study harder so that would never happen again. Heartbreak solved.

 

Fast forward to the time where my parents decided I might be better challenged more in a science high school. Grr, it definitely was something new to me. The onslaught of quizzes and exams with scores that were way past the 5 mistake mark that I dreaded before suddenly became the norm. It seemed that all those years I was in elementary was all pretend, making me believe that I could conquer every exam given to me. Boy high school definitely showed me how wrong I was. And it definitely prepped me for the same trends in college. It sort of made me numb to grades that started with 8, 7, or even 6’s unlike before where I used to look at a report card that was filled with a streak of 9’s.

 

Why am I rambling about grades anyway? Well, I just saw mine for the first sem of my third year in BS Public Health and my GWA was definitely not holding it. My dreams of going to UP med or to Duke NUS (one can dream, right? :P) was further watered down by the line of 2’s staring at me. I remember what I asked my blockmate Mita, before, ‘Why do numbers always depress us?’ She said that they were meant to rank people so you’d always feel inferior or superior at one point. Aargh, even the slightest decimals tend to affect our whole academic existence, especially when you want so much to achieve a CS or a US standing.  I had to fight for my grade once in Psych10 cos the BehSci department had my grade all wrong, almost not giving me my US standing.  Even in debate tournaments, speaker scores like 72 or 71 makes you want to hang yourself and say WTH and end up sulking the rest of the day.

 

Admittedly, I am a grade conscious student who thinks grades are the end all and be all of your academic endeavors. My belief is that grades determine how good we perform in school. But lately I guess it doesn’t exactly pinpoint how good we are, in the real sense of the word. Yes, you might have gotten ‘uno’ for having memorized all the metabolism pathways or the functions of this body system or what. But it doesn’t mean you can explain it to someone who asked you about it and actually make him or her understand. So my 2.25 in microbiology doesn’t mean I’m a complete idiot when it comes to bacteria or mycology. And my 1 in philo is no assurance that I’m the greatest philosopher in Block 21.

 

 My point is, I realized that the call is for us to be good both ways. Meaning, even if grades don’t entirely reflect how great a student we are, it shows how much effort we put into studying for an exam, a report or even a measly quiz. And take note, those numbers are what they’ll be judging if they’ll let you go to med school or end up pursuing some other path that wasn’t your plan in the first place. The challenge is then on for our transcripts to have 1’s and us definitely grasping every concept that we encounter, for real. So when someone asks you what the Kreb’s cycle is, you don’t end up saying you forgot it already even if you had uno or explaining it very well yet they’d be confused why you only got tres.

 

This means I have to start taking my majors seriously next sem and right now, start reviewing for my NMAT in December. It may be hard but the pay off is definitely rewarding. The quest for ‘uno’s’ has now gotten more oomph to it.

 

October 30, 2008 at 1:02 pm 6 comments


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