Skip to main content

Medics and Athletics

    On September 4-6, 2025, Ilocos Sur National High School’s intramurals started with a bang. This year, I participated not as an athlete, but as a volunteer medic. The day before the intramurals, the ISNHS Red Cross Youth Council hosted a training for learning first aid, and I’m grateful to have been able to attend. Thanks to this, I was able to join the team of volunteers in assisting the players in any possible injuries they may sustain.

    Helping others is not only a passion, but a way of life. For me, helping these athletes heal and overcome these physical challenges that they face on and off the court, is a responsibility I’m unable to shake off.
Even so, it’s not a responsibility that I see nor carry as a burden, but as a responsibility that I’ve held dearly since I was a child. In a way, it’s just like how athletes see the way they play as a responsibility. They’re
responsible for how they carry themselves, how they interact with teammates and enemies alike, and with how they balance their life of sports with their life of academics— as is the case for student athletes.

    Overall, I think that was a fun way to spend my week. I’ve learned a lot, actually, even if I was unable to attend majority of my lessons since I was basically cooped up at a sports event majority of the day. Like the intensity of a basketball match, the fluidity of which dancers moved with their partners, and the grace of a gymnast.


References:
Photo 3 credits to Kate Macaranas



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

First Quarter: New People, Old Troubles

           The start of 10th grade —or any grade for that matter— is always daunting. You never know how you new classmates or teachers will act, whether they'll be nice or strict or anything in between. It's stomach churning and anxiety inducing, but also exciting. Walking into the classroom, you'll be met with faces both new and old, voices you once only heard from the other classroom now belonging to yours.          This first quarter was a roller coaster of emotions, both from the adjustment to 10th grade as well as other personal reasons. And honestly? I don't think I would've been able to survive if not for my friends. It may sound like an overstatement, using the word "survive" like I'm in some death game, but school does sometimes feel like that. Throughout this experience, I've learned a valuable lesson that truly, no man is an island. I can't just handle everything alone, that I'm human and need help, too.    ...

A Call For Freedom: A Letter to the President

Office of the President of the Philippines Malacañang 15 August 2025 HONORABLE PRESIDENT FERDINAND "BONGBONG" MARCOS JR. President of the Republic of the Philippines Malacañang Palace, Manila Dear Mr. President,           While I am well aware that you, as a leader of an entire country, are still human and therefore have flaws that may cause a hinderance to your ability to choose which is best for the citizens of the nation, I can't excuse certain actions that have left families and people ruined. As the daughter of a journalist, I've seen first hand what happens to those who try to oppose the corrupted regime of the current government, and it's far from pretty.             Journalists are still wrongfully imprisoned despite your supposed commitments to support the freedom of the press, with heavy charges and accusations hanging above their heads. This isn't only a way to silence them, it's a way of oppressing the citizens...

Nutrition Month: The Spread of Healthy Gastronomy

        In July of 2025, Ilocos Sur National High School celebrated Nutrition Month. During this time, I was able to participate in one of its activities, which was the Food Festival held by the TLE department. Despite there being a few complications, I'm quite proud to say 10-Maxwell did well. The morning of the Food Festival, I had woken up early to put the utmost care in the food I'd contribute to our stall— the food being tuna mayo sandwiches.          After excusing my fellow classroom officers and I from class, we then set up our booth in the designated area and I'll admit that we were loud, messy, and slightly chaotic during our set up time. I wasn't the only one who brought food, either. My other classmates brought their own homemade dishes, each tasting just as delicious as the last. Of course, no food stall is complete without advertising with a convincing sales person to go with it. As we drew our customers, the stock kept dwindlin...