My yearbook pics. It’s either I had hepatitis or they wanted me to try out for a Twilight role. Peace :D Tilt your screens out!
I’ve always wanted to write a college-ender blog entry but I don’t even know how one is supposed to be like. So, here goes nothing.
Going to college has been my greatest dream since 2nd-grade. I know, right? I was excited to just study about the things related to whatever field I’d be choosing (read: no Filipino, Math, History, other unrelated subjects). Of course, things got different. I didn’t even get to study what I really wanted; Music. Then my interest fell into Journalism, so I wanted to take up Mass Communication at one point. After all those others things that happened between 2nd-grade and senior high year, I ended up taking up SpEd. It was for a good cause. My mom’s a SpEd instructor already when I was in junior high and, well, you probably know my brothers by now :) I didn’t regret it that much. I only had to deal with 2 Math subjects (Algebra, Geometry my favorite and Statistics my other favorite) and 2 Sciences (Gen. Sci. and Bio). Taking up SpEd was relatively easy, because I always say that all you need to pass is common sense and to occasionally read your handouts. I must say I wasn’t challenged, and I didn’t feel like doing so much for my course. Since I had a lot of time in my hands, despite being an XU Band scholar (like my dad) for the entire 4 years, I joined all the organizations that caught my fancy (except the Crusader Publication though :(), and even started playing a sport (It would’ve been sports, but I wasn’t that active with XUMMAA). Basically, in college, I did the things I thought I was deprived of in high school, me being a graduate of a Science high school. Sheesh.
The best thing probably about my entire college experience is meeting a million and one different people and making friends with maybe 75% of them. It made me realize that there are people like me; that I’m not the only going through whatever I’m going through, that are other people who exactly know what I’m going through (ok, that was a mouthful) and that there are people who were plainly put in this world to be of contribution to the equilibrium. HAHA such as a-holes and jerks and wannabes and liars. I’m proud to say that I’ve had my fair share of hate-blog-posts, my-name-being-written-on-the-CR’s-door’s-cubicle, chismis, my-name-being-crashed-out-from-the-attendance-sheet, you name it. Not that it made me happy, but it made me feel that I existed; that people feel intimidated with my presence (or so they said) and that I’m not generic. Not all people like the kind of person I am so that makes me unique. HAHA. I’ve met a few people who I consider family and they’re more than enough for me to continue life after college :D Anyway, I’ve also had episodes of talking-back-at-instructors-who-wouldn’t-want-to-admit-their-mistake-to-a-mere-student and THESE made me happy since my classmates appreciated my rebellion. I love you, guys! :P
Ok, about boys. In freshman year, I wrote all the names of the boys I fancied at the back of my binder and there was, like, more than a normal handful of them. I know, right? I fell for one and didn’t really go well. I fell for somebody who had a crush on me
(eeeeeehhht, aminin mo na, doh), and it didn’t work out that well, either. So, I lose in this part. Not that it matters anyway. HEHE. Weh?
So everything I wrote never really talked about academics. I’ve had more than enough of that in high school already. So my college life became my normal high school life; the drama. Though it came a tad too late already, I still enjoyed the whole show. We experience things differently, anyway. Then, I don’t know how to end this post. HAHAHAHAHA
So, probably, I’d just end this by thanking everybody who contributed anything, big or small, good or bad, in making my college life as what it is. And that’s more than enough for me <3