Free Your Mind

7. 30. 2013.

Night Before our Senior Retreat

Free your mind--- and the rest will follow

Calaruega, Batangas-- Tomorrow. Seniors' Retreat. I suddenly missed my Grade School and High School retreat. Ohhh. Suddenly missed St. Mary's people, my Ignacian-Marian moments. Henceforth, I know this night deserves a blog entry. Something to be reflective about. I'm half-way there. I'm almost there. Tomorrow until Friday's hopefully a life changing event of my life. Not just as a student, but as a person as well. A lot of things could've changed in four years, I know and I believe it's nearly possible. Well, it was actually possible. I'm down to my last fight. I have the bragging rights to say that somehow, I survived. I'll reach the demarcation line, soon. Seven months. 

I couldn't just contain this feeling. I'm really overwhelmed, I mean, flattered. No, excited. Ohhh wait. Happy. Haha. But seriously, I never saw this coming. I mean, I feel good about myself, everything's good. Until.... I feel like, I'm the luckiest person alive. I have the craziest friends around, and the most cool and awesome family. Mommy's always the best. Imagine? She shopped for all my stuff last Sunday, she's really sweet, right? I know. She even packed my things for the retreat. And yeah, to my surprise... She wrote me a retreat letter. (I accidentally see her writing me one, just because I was sneaking on her awhile ago. :P) She's the sweetest, and most thoughtful Mom in the world. I'm lucky indeed. Nevertheless, I'm still stubborn, and brat and disrespectful. I always answer back to her annoying rants. :( Even my hard headed brothers, we may have built gaps around each other already, or feel we've grew apart, I feel that they'll missed me in three days. Without their bossy ate in the house. Same with Daddy, he may not be showy at times, but I know in his heart... He'll missed me, too. He even gave me pocket money for my retreat. Still, sweet. Right? 

Thus, I'm guilty about it. I feel sorry about everything. I'm quite preparing myself already for the outcome of our Senior retreat tomorrow. It has been a habit, I mean, crying a pail whenever I spend sometime with my fellow classmates, sit together, and starts reminiscing about those memories we built and shared together for the couple of years. But I'm certain though, that I'm mature enough to handle constructive criticisms from them. I should be used to it, though. Come on, it's never and nothing new. Right? Just have to live with it. On the other hand, I should always be thankful. Yes, feel grateful about everything. I may not say it, I may not even show it... But I know I always have this special hat to a lot of people already. I have garnered good companions in our community. And I feel it. Totally. 

Looking forward to a life changing experience with my beloved block mates  I am not promising that I'm not going to cry, nor feel stoic about what will happen for those three days. But I'll try, noooo! I have to. It's a mandate. That I'll take them lightly and politely as possible. :)

I'm ready to go, I'm feeling excited already. Ohhh Calaruega, wait for us!! :D

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