GITIB

05/07/2024

Shout out to my newest followers! Excited to have you! Leanna Jazzlin, Micha Gonato

05/07/2024

Thank you for being an amazing teacher, Dr. Melna Montero-Talaboc!

Congratulations and Happy Birthday!

Wishing you a fantastic day filled with joy and celebration. Your passion for science and dedication to teaching has inspired so many of us. Congratulations on another year of making a difference in our lives. May this year bring you continued success, happiness, and countless memorable moments.

24/05/2024

Happiest birthday Ma'am! May you be happy and blessed forever. Thank you for always believing in us.

10/04/2024

STEMazing minds ready to conquer! Best of luck to all contenders in the STEMazing contest! May your brilliance shine bright and your innovations soar high!

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10/04/2024

12/03/2024

Di jud diay OA.

06/03/2024

GITIB would like to thank Hon. Vice Mayor Dina Z. Rama for the P2000.00 extended for the staff's T-shirts.
Hon. Sally B. Estrera,
Ms. Michelle E. Ilaida and Mrs. Jessa C. Lucero are thanked, too, for the amount they shared.
May more blessings be yours.

24/02/2024

TRIVIA OF THE WEEK.

20/02/2024

Do you want to know how Luciano B. Rama Sr. MNHS started?
This is for you!

19/02/2024

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19/02/2024

Thank you for supporting our Booth💕
So much love in RAMA HIGH💕

17/02/2024

A GOOD READ ❤️
The Black Telephone
Those of us old enough to remember when the phone was wired to the wall, usually in the kitchen, can relate to this story. I loved this read.
When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box.. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.
The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information."
"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience..
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked
"No, "I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.
I said I could.
"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.
After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.
She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, "Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne , always remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."
"Information," said in the now familiar voice.
"How do I spell fix?" I asked
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much.
"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
"Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"
"I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
"Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."
Three months later I was back in Seattle .
A different voice answered, "Information."
I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" she said.
"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," She said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."
Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?" "
"Yes." I answered.
Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you. The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.
Whose life have you touched today?
~Borrowe

13/02/2024

Happy 57th Year Anniversary, Rama High !

12/02/2024

Ready your smiles and poses Ramanians. Get a chance to capture a moment with your loved ones. Bring your Valentine and share your smiles!
SEE YOU THERE, RAMANIANS!!!

11/02/2024

Every month, Martin’s parents took a trip to see his Grandma. They would come home on the same train the next day. One day he said to his parents:
“I'm grown up. Can I go to my grandma's alone?"
After a brief discussion, his parents accepted. They stood with him as he waited for the train to exit. They said goodbye to their son and gave him some tips through the window.
Martin said to them: “I know. I've been told this more than a thousand times."
As the train was about to leave, his father murmured in his ear: “Son if you feel scared or insecure, open this… but don’t open it unless you feel you need to.” And he put something in his pocket.
The train pulled away.
Now Martin was alone, sitting on the train as he had wanted, without his parents for the first time.
He was admiring the landscape out the window. Around him some unknowns pushed themselves in. They made a lot of noise. They got in and out of the train car. The conductor made some comments about him being alone. One person looked at him with eyes of sadness.
Martin was feeling more uneasy with every minute that passed. And now he was scared. He felt cornered and alone. He put his head down. With tears in his eyes, he remembered his dad had put something in his pocket. Trembling, he searched for what his father had given him.
Upon finding the piece of paper he read it: “Son, I'm in the last train car!"
That's how life is, we must let our kids go. We must let them try new things. But we always want to be in the last car, watching, in case they are afraid or in case they find obstacles and don’t know what to do. We want to be close to them as long as we are here to do so.
-Author unknown

08/02/2024

"Marry the man that buys you bananas.
I know that sounds weird.
Why bananas? Why not a man that buys you flowers? Or jewelry?
I will tell you why.
Because when you’ve been married for a while, you go through a lot of stuff together. And sometimes that stuff can make or break you.
Circumstances that test your patience and things that test your love.
Not things that test how much you love, but how you give your love. Your time. Yourself.
Marriage is a partnership. It’s a see-saw. If both people aren’t moving together, it doesn’t work. There are sacrifices you must make. There is understanding and patience and acceptance. A lot it acceptance.
Accepting the differences between you, accepting that you will do the same thing in different ways, accepting of one another’s habits and quirks and little nuances that can sometimes drive you crazy and accepting that you are each unique individuals with your own strengths and weaknesses, talents and gifts.
And with acceptance, comes unconditional love. And that is the love upon which families are built.
Like many families, we are in the thick of it right now. Three kids under the age of eight with a decent gap between the oldest and youngest.
Between school, sports, therapy for our middle child on the spectrum and everything else in between, my husband and I are spread thin.
We are both running on empty. We haven’t had a date night in months and our evenings usually consist of a quick kitchen clean up and early turn in for bed.
I sent my husband a grocery list for his ride home because the day was tough and I didn’t get a chance to go. About forty minutes later I realized we were out of bananas. I called him to ask if he could grab them.
'Are you sure we don’t have any?' his voice sounded tired.
'No,' I snapped back feeling upset he would even ask that. 'Please don’t forget them before you check out.'
By the time he got home it was later than I anticipated. The kids were wild and I was mentally spent and frustrated by his delay. He came in with the groceries but the bananas were in a different store bag.
'Why are there two different bags?' I asked him.
'I was already checked out when you called. I wanted to get home early because I know you had a tough day. So I had to make another stop because I know we needed them.'
And that’s when my anger subsided and my guilt set in for getting frustrated with him. I gave him a hug and with a kiss on the forehead, we didn’t need to speak the words…he knew I was sorry and I knew he had forgiven me.
You see, every night my son on the spectrum has a banana. It’s just part of his routine. So to be out of bananas causes utter meltdowns. My husband knows this. So he made the extra stop.
He made the extra stop because he loves and he cares. And our ways of loving and caring may be different at times, but that’s what makes us a team. And over the years, we’ve learned to accept this in one another.
Marriage isn’t just about flowers and grand gestures. Marriage is so much more than that. Marriage is weathering storms together, big storms.
It’s being a shoulder to cry on when a parent dies. It’s hand holding in silence on the couch after a long day. It’s about finding a way to connect, even if that connection is a simple smile from across the room.
And sometimes, marriage is about buying the bananas.
So marry the man that goes out of his way for you. The one that still opens your car door and acts like a gentleman. The one that shows you in his own way how much he loves you. The one that tries to surprise you by coming home from work early because you’ve had a tough day, even though his was equally tough.
Marry the man that buys you bananas. I promise you that you won’t be disappointed."
Credit: New Adventures in Motherhood

08/02/2024

There was a farmer who grew excellent quality corn. Every year he won the award for the best grown corn. One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors. “How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?” the reporter asked.
“Why sir,” said the farmer, “Didn’t you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn.”
So is with our lives... Those who want to live meaningfully and well must help enrich the lives of others, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others find happiness, for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all...ctto

17/12/2023

Good Luck Poro delegates.
Bring home the bacon.

19/11/2023

DAY 2 :
THE SEARCH FOR THE RAMA HIGH'S MR. AND MS. INTRAMURALS 2023

"Crowns aren’t made of rhinestones. They are made of discipline, determination, and a hard to find alloy called courage.” – Tessa Ridley

Today, on the 2nd day of the Rama High's intramurals, the search for Mr. And Ms. Intramurals was conducted. All of the candidates were spectacular on the stage but only one pair caught the eyes of the judges.
Congratulations to the newly crowned Mr. And Ms. Intramurals 2023.

Mr. John Rhyle Costas
and
Ms. Fayne U. Otadoy

18/11/2023

THE PARADE

Here are the different Teams together with their candidates for Mr. And Ms. Intramurals:

Yellow Piercing Swaki:
Ms. Jhowefe Andrei Donaire
Mr. Chris Evan Pesquera

Purple Killer Kugita:
Ms. Princess Mae Otadoy
Mr. Jhon Vincent Plaza

Dazzling Gray Bakasi:
Ms. Steffany Veal Manlise
Mr. Harold Cando Jr.

Blue Illuminating Bulbog:
Ms. Fayne U. Otadoy
Mr. John Rhylie Costas


You have the power to vote for the "PEOPLE'S CHOICE AWARD". Just visit the Kinetics club fb page or find the mechanics to vote in this page.
THANK YOU

18/11/2023

“It’s not the will to win that matters—everyone has that. It’s the will to prepare to win that matters.”
_Paul "Bear" Bryant

Take awhile to look at how Rama High conducted INTRAMURALS 2023. According to Bob Cousy, “Sports creates a bond between contemporaries that lasts a lifetime. It also gives your life structure, discipline and a genuine, sincere, pure fulfillment that few other areas of endeavor provide.” Rama high indeed gave students some memories to keep in a lifetime.

Let us not forget the supporting coaches that never underestimated the skills and talents of students, thus improving those skills and talents they already have. Salute to our Teacher-choaches.

Here are some shots on the opening program.

07/11/2023

Thank you, Venice Ryssa W. Soledad Student Sponsorship Fund (VRWSSSF) for this reading material!

13/10/2023

THE AWARDING

Congratulations to all the winners.