"Solid pressure is the force per unit area that a solid exerts to the environment and to itself. Under solid pressure are
Stress and Strain."
My overall experience as a junior is almost unbearable. Almost. I can almost conclude that my third year in CavSci is Solid Pressure.
For the first two years of my stay as a CavScian, English classes have been very plain and simple. No thrill. Reading stories, discussions, role playing, presentations- very typical. Then, I heard of the third year English class and my junior friend told me that English in the third year level is very fun and exciting. I tried to believe it until I became a junior. To be honest, I expected a lot from our English class. Who would've thought that my expectations are less than what our English class in third year really is?
This year, I realized that English is not just a subject. I don;t know the right words to describe it but I know that it is more than a school subject.
I have experienced new things thanks to Ma'am May! We did several performances like serious role plays ( I say this because our role plays before are NOT taken seriously.), jazz chant, oration, and the most memorable of them all, the speech choir. Through these performances, I have learned how to lead properly and listen to everyone's opinion.
Why do I say that the speech choir is the memorable of them all? It is because this is the last and the hardest thing to do! Everyone of us had ideas but some didn't share theirs. When ideas are rejected, they tend to be not-so-good-followers when other ideas are taken. I don't know but it does seems so unfair. Nevertheless, these experiences are stories where lessons can always be read again and again.
English has also been an outlet of my thoughts when I write my formal theme compositions and my blogs. Well, I'll be honest, some of the things I say in my compositions aren't always true but I try my best to be honest. I actually hate outlets of my thoughts but it'll be unfair for my teacher because she needs to read honest compositions. It's a stress for me to say things that I want to keep for myself but for great teachers, I'm going honest!
Several questions bothered me as we discuss in our English class. Some of these are
Are you afraid of making mistakes? I am not afraid of making mistakes. i am afraid that I'll be judged by people around me. ( proof of honesty :) )
What is love? How can I even define what love is when it is the most unexplainable thing in this world?
Who do you consider your hero? Who wouldn't say parents?
What are your regrets? Letting go of things worthy of parts of me.
Who are you willing to give up in your room? None.
and the question that struck me most
What makes you special? Am I even special?
This is what you call IMPACT. English class with Ma'am May created a big impact on me. English is stressful, yes, but it's worth the stress.
Stress and strain pushes an object to its limits. After stress and strain, the object may be back to its original form but sometimes it changes. As for this class, I am an object changed for the better.
