I feel a bit “emo” today. I miss my high school days; doing the same routine everyday, meeting the same people I’ve been with since I was in my preschool days, same teachers; same faces, same personalities, same attitudes. It doesn’t give me much tension. Maybe because I always know what’s going happen, only surprise quizzes will make a day different but I can always make through it smoothly. I miss ME, the ME that can write beautiful poems right there and then and being appreciated by people around me. The ME that can get loose any time and not be judged, the ME that gives a very good laugh every day.
Remembering my last days in high school was very chaotic. When the UPCAT results were released during the weekend, that very Monday, during the flag ceremony, the school officials proudly announced the UPCAT passers. Some were jumping for joy, some were crying because they didn’t make it. Me? It’s like I don’t care about what’s happening around. I knew it I won’t make it there. For me there are LOTS of other universities out there and I passed one, but I’m not satisfied. I want to go to either one of the “trinity.” Because of my uncertainty of my school and the course I would like to take, I lost track. And this time is bigger. It not like in love where I can accept every ill-fated day whole-heartedly, without regretting every thing I’ve done. This is different; it’s my future that is on the line. It’s my future that is at risk. Or maybe I’m just too insecure that MOST of my batch mates will go to one of the “trinity” while me in a university owned by the manila’s old-rich families (they say… maybe it’s true and it can also be a sugar coating so I won’t feel bad). I really wanted to take BS Psychology. But planning to transfer to UP the next semester or next S.Y. gave me second thoughts. I was worried that the chemistry subject might become a problem; I’m not that good at it. So I planned to shift my course to Mass Communication (my second choice). Everything was doing well, except for the thought that I’ll be living on my own in
But, honestly, I’m not that really into UP now. I’m considering other schools like Malayan or exclusive schools in
Oh, please help me. You’re the One holding my fate, so please, get me back on track. I really can’t afford to see my mom being heart broken because I failed her dream for me on going to UP. She’s doing me a lot of favors right now, the debut, my medicines, my check-ups, eating out, my allowance, the get-well-soon cake, and her sudden change of attitude. I don’t want her to be bitter again to me. I don’t want to fail her. I don’t want to get line of 7’s anymore. Please change my Filipino teacher’s mind of giving me grades and the NSTP… they are all killing me inside. Please, I’m really bothered. I want to transfer to UP para sa ikatatahimik ng buhay naming pare-pareho and of course, my future’s sake.
