Thank you, UST.
So, how do I start? Four years ago, I was just a high school graduate who was barely knowledgeable of what college is like. Go to college, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. Somehow it was! I was quite anxious when I entered college since people say it’s way different from high school. However, I became more independent and responsible as I went on. You may ask, do we really have to go through college? Yes of course, for it is a training ground as we face the real world, the working life, where we stand on our own. In college, we are molded into competitive professionals.
I wouldn’t be able to reach this point in my life without my professors. There may be times that we hate them, but we should realize that these men and women are our guide, our mentors towards the real world.
My brother is already five inches taller than me! Daaaang.
I met forty-plus people with different personalities. But these people made a huge impact on my life and I bet I wouldn’t be what I am now without them. The moments, the memories, and everything that we shared together, will surely be missed! :-(
My favorite ever supportive lola, my messy hair and my hagardo versoza self.
Future MD’s (Lord, please)! I wasn’t able to find most of my blockmates and whenever I did, I ambushed them for a photo so hi, Angelo. Haha! I hope when I get to meet my blockmates after several years I’d find out that they’ve already reached the peak of their success.
These two are the ones responsible for everything. Thank you mama and papa. I wouldn’t have made it without you guys! I love you, both! Also, Congratulations batch 2013 graduates! May we all have the strength and perseverance as we carry on with the new phases of our lives!
On failing my dream school
Some days ago, I excused myself from a day in class and took a trip to my dream school, University of Santo Tomas. I don’t think I’ve ever said this before, but whenever I visit the campus, I always get this feeling, something I can’t describe exactly. I think it’s somewhere along the lines of interest and awe, sadness and nervousness, hopefulness and reverie.
As most of you probably know, I failed the school’s entrance test. There are times when I am still astonished that something I’ve been wanting for so long, something I’ve ached for and dreamed of turns out to be somewhat unlikely to happen in the near future. Worse than heartbreak, I tell you.
