Two weeks, or fourteen days left. I can smell it, I can even feel it fall on my skin. Yes, summer's almost over. It's ending this soon. I know it'll be fast, of course it will be this fast. But hey, I want to make the remaining days of summer with a blast. I was too busy for two months and a half. Too busy that I almost forgot to enjoy. Not literally, but I indulged myself with too much work and thinking this summer. Summer 2013 exhausts me like a lot. I've been in so much trouble, and again I stumbled. But today, I've realized it's all over.
I was able to rise up once again, and prove myself that I'm not less of an individual, not even lesser. Sir Jag was right, I was. I am the best. (at least for myself and for him as well). However, just because I know I am not the best. But the thing is, as long as I know I'm giving my best in everything that I do, then I can consider myself as the best. Logical enough? I'd like to assume that it is plausible though. But yeah, for whatever it is I know I am now ready. Ready to be a Senior Philosophy Artlet student of the Pontifical, Royal and Catholic University of the Philippines-- University of Santo Tomas.
I don't intend to brag, but for three years, I know UST taught me a lot of things, (yes, my dream school helped me in so many things, even building my full pledged capacity as a thinker), that I know I won't get from any of those institutions. Only UST has this capability to make me feel like I should be proud of myself. -- again. Since then, I made a decision that I won't uplift myself anymore despite everything that I've achieved when I was in my secondary. But then again, I never see this coming. I can't even imagine how UST would make me this serious about life. Or should I say, a more serious and responsible individual. Not to mention, this might also be a part of my growth. Yes, right. A part of my growth.
Now I could say that three year's enough to consider my transition as a youth to an adult. (it isn't measured by how long, it is however measured by how much you gain), and I see that I was able to conquer so many things in the span of three years. Thus, I acknowledge these people who stayed with me since then I decided to enter this field. From the beginning until now. I need not to mention them, for I know in their hearts they know who they are.
And now, in no less than a year? I'll soon be leaving UST, and soon I'll call him my beloved Alma Mater. My second home. Literally, just because I live nearby. In the four corners of the university, it did change my notion that it isn't a jologs school after all. No regrets that I chose him over De La Salle University, (which happens to be my dream school-- before).
But now I know, I'm in good hands. UST has given me enough and still would give me so much than what I expected. In no less than a year, I will no longer be called a bona fide Thomasian, but an alumna of the pristine oldest existing institution in the Philippines. I soon will owe everything to UST. Soon. :)
PS: Two weeks before I'll officially call myself as a Senior philosophy student. I came up with this entry just to tune in my mood to be prepared for school.
PPS: I am a Thomasian Artlet. Ohh, just when I suddenly realized that I am now old. I'm a full grown-up. :)
I was able to rise up once again, and prove myself that I'm not less of an individual, not even lesser. Sir Jag was right, I was. I am the best. (at least for myself and for him as well). However, just because I know I am not the best. But the thing is, as long as I know I'm giving my best in everything that I do, then I can consider myself as the best. Logical enough? I'd like to assume that it is plausible though. But yeah, for whatever it is I know I am now ready. Ready to be a Senior Philosophy Artlet student of the Pontifical, Royal and Catholic University of the Philippines-- University of Santo Tomas.
I don't intend to brag, but for three years, I know UST taught me a lot of things, (yes, my dream school helped me in so many things, even building my full pledged capacity as a thinker), that I know I won't get from any of those institutions. Only UST has this capability to make me feel like I should be proud of myself. -- again. Since then, I made a decision that I won't uplift myself anymore despite everything that I've achieved when I was in my secondary. But then again, I never see this coming. I can't even imagine how UST would make me this serious about life. Or should I say, a more serious and responsible individual. Not to mention, this might also be a part of my growth. Yes, right. A part of my growth.
Now I could say that three year's enough to consider my transition as a youth to an adult. (it isn't measured by how long, it is however measured by how much you gain), and I see that I was able to conquer so many things in the span of three years. Thus, I acknowledge these people who stayed with me since then I decided to enter this field. From the beginning until now. I need not to mention them, for I know in their hearts they know who they are.
And now, in no less than a year? I'll soon be leaving UST, and soon I'll call him my beloved Alma Mater. My second home. Literally, just because I live nearby. In the four corners of the university, it did change my notion that it isn't a jologs school after all. No regrets that I chose him over De La Salle University, (which happens to be my dream school-- before).
But now I know, I'm in good hands. UST has given me enough and still would give me so much than what I expected. In no less than a year, I will no longer be called a bona fide Thomasian, but an alumna of the pristine oldest existing institution in the Philippines. I soon will owe everything to UST. Soon. :)
PS: Two weeks before I'll officially call myself as a Senior philosophy student. I came up with this entry just to tune in my mood to be prepared for school.
PPS: I am a Thomasian Artlet. Ohh, just when I suddenly realized that I am now old. I'm a full grown-up. :)
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