Victory in the midst of Defeat

After years of toil in fulfilling its Godly mission, the Taytay United Methodist Christian School has finally reached its 26^th year of service. Its continuous effort of producing godly men and women has triumphed another fruitful year through faith and hard work. With the 26^th anniversary came its annual foundation week wherein we, students, were able to showcase our talents and physical prowess through various competitions like dancing and sports.

The most awaited part of the one-week event was the field demonstration in which every class from first year to fourth year were assigned to perform dance numbers of different genres namely cheer dance, modern dance and ballroom dance. The Juniors brought home the awards for cheer and ballroom dance. However, the fourth year bravo privates together with the C.A.T. officers refused to give away the award for the modern dance competition. 

I was one of the C.A.T. officers who were forced to swallow their shame and perform in front of the entire school to uplift the “SOLID” pride. 

The whole 5-minute exposure made my knees quiver, especially the part where I had to dance a solo “shembot”. Without the support of my co-officers, I’d never dare do it. As of now whenever I walk past the first year students, they never failed to chant “she-she-shembot” in front of me. Just as the 80’ singer, Prince, said, “Welcome to embarrassment”. 

We can say every single shame and sweat was worth it because the competition was clean and fairly judged by the panelists

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 The days left after the field demonstration were allotted for the ball games. I wasn't able to watch and cheer for our teams in the basketball and volleyball games. It was because Evan tugged us along to play badminton at JB’s where Diorella finished me off in our championship match without a bead of sweat.

Some say that the referees in the basketball games, girls and boys, were biased and the matches were somewhat fixed or “luto”. It didn't catch my attention that much. But while watching the games in just a short period of time and bearing witness on how our “SOLID” players were losing and worst, beaten up by some “eager” opponents, I, too, cannot stop myself from shouting out of rage and anger. I cannot stand watching my friends becoming injured, one after the other.

(courtesy of mrs. ellen noveras)

However, after my friends and batch mates lost the game, I realized that no matter how the games turned out, what’s important is that our players played it fair and square. We never cheated, our players never quitted. Those things made me so proud to be a senior.

Though our batch was unable to bag the prizes, our dignity and honor towards sportsmanship can never be taken away. Every one, even the cheerers, gave their best for God's glory and that makes “SOLID” a CHAMPION.