Wise men would say that the past is not a nice place to stay in. One should move on, but he should come back every once in a while to see how far he had gone.
I guess yesterday was chosen to be one of those "onces" in once in a while. We had this Time Capsule event wherein we were asked to read in front of everyone the essays we passed back in freshman year. Some passed theirs, some did not, and here goes mine;
Of Confusion and International Relations
It was all set on the Summer of 2007. I, a fresh grad from elementary, is burning the phone lines with thy bestfriend who can't heko but overthink things and stress about the future. "Journalism?""Yes, Journalism!" We planned to take it since we thought that it's the course that fits us most. We just have to wait for a couple or more years before we start filing our entrance forms. Fast forward to Senior Year. It was just a hell of a ride! And entrance tests are such burdens. We stress about it as much as we stress about our grades. Stress was all over my system! And I guess it's pretty obvious because the redundancy of that word in this essay has reached its maximum level. Kidding! Hihi, Amidst the fact that I made a promise to my bestfriend that I'll be taking up AB-Journ with her, I put different courses as my frst choice in different application forms. Hah! So much for a future planner.
And after all the mind-perplexing cogitating that I did, I have chosen this school and this course. Honestly, I was really clueless about Foreign Service... I do have common sense but my knowledge regarding the course is minimum, yet that was until I get to talk with this certain guide councilor. He described how diverse this college is! He even told me that it would be quite a lot of pressure on my shoulders because our soon-to-be professors are then ambassadors thus, they are highly-respected people... and I thought they were those species who seem scary and uncongenial, I just can't imagine myself face to face with such kind of people. The interview went fine and he said that I can handle this since he saw that this course fits me so well. So there, I've made up my mind and decided to pursue this. I was all giddy about it but of course, I'm scared because I'm expecting it to be difficult. Not just difficult, but bloody difficult which might lead to severe head banging drama and sleepless nights. Exaggerated, I know. Hence, there are fun things that I'm looking forward to like fieldtrips and festivals for example. Oh and, learning foreign languages! I am fascinated by such things plus I wanted to be multilingual. I know Filipino, English, Spanish from High School, and now I want to learn my lifelong dream - French. I've been so obsessed with it ever since. In accordance to that, I want to be a great speaker. But all in all, I'm just expecting it to be like High School, only harder.
I was never an expectant but I want to land a job in a prominent company after studying. Not just that, I also would want a job that suits my interest. Most importantly, I don't ever want to regret taking this course instead of the original plan. Hopefully in the future I'll say,"I regret nothing."
It was so surreal that for the first time in my ten years of existence in the blogging realm, I was able to share my work with everyone who, surprisingly, gave positive feedback. My heart flutters every time I think that they were listening in awe with laughs and reactions and OH, THEY APPLAUDED! I don't know how I did it, but I am immensely happy. High five to my sixteen-year-old self for not putting my twenty-year-old self in shame. Huzzah! By the way, graduation is in four weeks! Just let that sink in.
With everything that happened, I came to figure out why throwbacks exist-- to make us feel in another way the emotions we felt otherwise back in the day.
