Friends, Speech

When I Speak Up

Circa 2001, I was the Battalion Commander of our batch back in high school. During the start of the school year, some of my officers are having misunderstandings over handling the students in the lower years. This misunderstandings brought conflicts not only among the officers involved but also to the rest of the officers.

Because of this, we decided to have an open forum. Everyone spoke about their feelings, their opinions, complains to anyone in the team. They offered suggestions and rooms for improvements. Most of the female officers are crying already. I waited for everyone to finish before I spoke up. When I uttered my first sentence, tears rushed down from my eyes. I told them about how it feels to be an only child in the family and then I told them how I treat each one of them as my sibling. I also wished that they also treat their fellow officers likewise because being an officer isn’t just fulfilling the duty because before we were brought together as a team before those duties are given to us. And above all, no one should let each other done but instead let each one be there to lend a hand to his or her fellow officer.

My head was bowed down with hands covering my face while I was saying those words. I can’t look into their eyes until I was done because I was crying the whole time. When I looked up, I saw everyone crying even the men.

A similar thing also happened during our retreat in 4th year college. We had our open forum, then after everyone spoke up, I had my turn. Then after I’m done with my speech, everyone was already crying. Lloyd Llesis (may he rest in peace) even cried because he remembered his brother because of what I said.

I never intended to make them cry and I don’t want to see people cry in the first place. I was only speaking about things that I think and feel everyone should recall or realize. Maybe they cry because the words hit them so hard even if they already know about. It’s not easy to say something that can really touch a person’s heart, much more people in gatherings like an open forum.



I love interviews. Being interviewed I mean. Well, I love to talk about anything especially when the topic is one of my interests. I think the very first interview that I had was with a guidance counselor back in college. That interview was part of the enrollment process for freshmen. It was a nice interview probably because of it being on a personal level. The interviews that followed were for a job application.

What I like about interviews is not the fact that I can express myself to others. As an only child, I rarely have good conversations even with my mom. What I meant good is equivalent to a free or open topic where I can talk about anything without being judged or criticized. That’s why during interviews I feel that I’m talking and listening to my inner self at the same time. Not just merely answering a question by an interviewer or expounding a solution to a problem. And at times I tend to realize something while doing it. That there are things that I felt which I ignored or just don’t plainly notice.

Interviews just make me excited because I’ll never know what I would eventually learn from my inner self.

Elementary Years, High School Years, School, Speech

Valedictory Speech

I’m proud to have been chosen as the Valedictorian of our class in elementary and high school, but the feeling of receiving the award is not greater than the feeling and excitement when delivering the valedictory speech. It’s not because I want to show off my public speaking skills or to prove that I am worthy of being the valedictorian, but because of the message I want to say to my fellow graduates and to everyone in attendance. I want to make all of them happy by letting them realize about several things why such a momentous day is more than just celebrating the accomplishment of finishing 6 years or 4 years of studies.

My first valedictory speech was made by Uncle John, the husband of Tita Gina who is my mother’s sister. Uncle John is a British who worked as a microbiologist before. I delivered the speech beside the podium because I was too small then. Our graduation was held in a gym, which was jam-packed with parents and relatives of the graduates. I memorized and delivered the speech without a copy.

For my second valedictory speech, I made it on my own. It was longer than the first one but I still memorized and delivered it without looking at a copy, though I printed one and put it in a folder just in case I get a mental block. Our high school graduation was held in our town’s cathedral. To this date, that speech stands to be the best that I have delivered in my life.