I might as well could have cried because of recklessly forgetting one important thing in the girl's quarters. I am not like that, though. I just watched them silently as I tried to make a draft of my own in my head.
He drew several cool stuffs from a giant paper bag as he talked about the lecture. What amused me most was the green built-in planner and diary. I was determined to have that at all cause, if and only if I have that one thing so necessary to scribble texts into the paper. Unfortunately, I did not secure one in my bag and the organizers was not able to provide us--late people--with the kit, complete with a ballpen, a notebook, a copy of their latest issue of the magazine and three various issues of their school papers. I was supposed to get excited since it would be a beautiful remembrance and reference back home but it arrived hours after the workshop.

But as what I have said, that did not happen to me. It came as quick as it faded. I was left without a choice but to look at the rest of the busy students brainstorming and spilling their hearts out in a piece of paper worth a hundred words.
I was not so upset though, for after a few minutes, the speaker was able to announce his choice. Two of my comrades got the sixth and the second place, winning a PBA shirt and an authentic cap, respectively. It was a sheer delight that brought me priding my publication and the school we are representing. Although I got irritated of someone who kept on bragging his win, I still commend him and the rest of the winners.
Lesson learned? Have your ballpen at all times.
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