Let’s see... I’m good, I shall start to say. I’ll add that he’s pretty lucky to bump into me, because I’m hard to find these days. Of course, I’ll continue by saying I’m kidding, seriously, I’ve just been busy.
I’ve heard, after the third sem, that the least toxic sem is the last. It’s not true, believe me. Every sem’s set to make you look a little older than your age, hehe. I’ve stayed up till wee hours in the morning, I’ve overslept and missed classes for staying up till wee hours in the morning. I’ve been through hell weeks and back. It was not, at all, easy.
The most demanding of the courses I took is embryology. I have an Umbridge-like professor who never went to school without matching shoes and accessories. She was the first professor who was bothered by the fact that we are not getting good grades, so she nagged, shouted and put a lot of pressure. But then, she was one of the firsts who cared, actually. We probably hated it, but it is her anxiety that drove us to put more effort on the course than what we intended to allot. I actually learned a lot from that subject. I might have managed to hate the microscope after that course, but then I was also secretly awed by every process of development that we discussed. I came across a line in our book, and this is probably the only one that made me stop and think. “The construction of an organ that perceives, thinks, loves, hates, remembers, changes, fools itself, and coordinates our conscious and unconscious bodily processes is undoubtedly the most challenging of all developmental enigmas.” And we have God to thank for it. :) It is the most exhaustive, really, but it is also the most memorable.
Amidst all the sciences - physics, chemistry, biology - the arts have been part of the sem too. I’ve acted both in a movie, as a pregnant teenager, and in a one-act play, as a rape victim. I’ve been a Backstreet boy, have sung Bossa Nova, have rapped and have been in a fake commercial. I might’ve whined a lot about why I needed to do all those, but the feeling of accomplishment after every feat has always made me eat my words.
I’ve been to places too. We immersed ourselves in the community, buried our toes in the beach, went to various health units and enjoyed a medical museum, all for courses that required us to. Those were our short detox moments. :) Pathetic, yes, but I’m grateful for them, for it was during those moments that I managed to fleetingly get away.
My driving forces and my comforts are the people around me. In school, I have my friends who were always there to share with me all the perks and pitfalls. After leaving school, I still have other friends who constantly say ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’ to remind me that they are still there - maybe not physically- but are still there. When I get home, I have a huge, noisy family to share the rest of my day with. And of course, I have my blessing, who is always willing to lend an ear, to accompany, to encourage and support, to be foolish and have fun, to remind me that all is or will be well and to make me feel loved and whole.
I guess I’ve been really busy. But if truth be told, I do not regret having this kind of life, because it taught me to grow up. It taught me to see the world for what it is and to continue hoping for betterment. It taught me to value both the things I always and the things I infrequently have. It made my knees stronger, for I know very well that they will be beaten up next year. And when you really think about it, an arduous life is what brings out, maybe even the worst, but most of the time, the best, in a person. :)
Ikaw, how are you? :)
*done blabbing.
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