Getting in The GUIDON
by Kevin Calderon on August 11, 2010
For a lot of us, Recruitment Week proved to be a time of both adventure and hassle. Some (or perhaps everyone) saw it as an opportunity to fatten their resumes; and with 49 accredited organizations in the Ateneo, you’d think it would be a walk in the park to find a home in one.
For me, however, it wasn’t— and that’s all due to one heck of an experience jammed into four simple words: The GUIDON application process.
On my visit to The GUIDON’s first General Assembly, I had to inquire about the necessary requirements to join the publication. You see, each cluster of The GUIDON requires you to showcase a different set of skills to be deemed deserving of getting in.
When my eyes ran down the list of things I had to submit, my eyes widened at the sight of interviews, articles and designs I had to finish within a week’s timeframe. The pressure was definitely on, and it was the time to focus.
The original plan was to apply for the Graphic Design staff, but that wasn’t possible with the lack of proper tools at that time— unless of course I could miraculously pull a design out of my rear end via MS Paint.
The choices left were to either join or bust. Yet somehow, I felt a strange urge to try-out for the g staff. There must’ve been something in the sponsored bottle of Lightwater that came with the sign-up, slowly pulling my mortal mind into becoming one of g’s minions.
So there I was at my workstation. On the table? My laptop, a pile of papers, a stash of energy drinks, and some space to put clumps of hair in case I spaz out into insanity.
Article, article. Resume. Article again.
I had to pour out everything I had if I wanted to compete with the hoard of applicants bursting to shine
I had to pour out everything I had if I wanted to compete with the hoard of applicants bursting to shine— and no one was going to stop this chap. Time management (and perhaps staying awake) was definitely a factor in my race to beat the deadline of submissions.
There was much to be done alongside the schoolwork lying before me. My head was ready to implode anytime, and put me in a state of delirium. No complains here though; the load was a test worth overcoming.
Eventually, I crawled out of my cave of a room with the final papers. After handing everything in on time, the only thing left to do was to hope for the best and let out a sigh of relief. At the end of the day, it’s all about working hard, and partying harder.
Results? I think you would’ve guessed it by now.
