Nearly a year has passed when I last took this photograph. I remember and doubt that I’ll forget the first time I visited LB. How could I? To cut high school classes just so I could pass my confirmation forms; opportunity cost is worth.
Yet here I am, presently dividing my attention with creating reviewers for two exams on Tuesday and writing this to ease the daze of sleep. Time passes by very quickly that I can imagine myself waking from an endless high school dream.
I am greeted as a college freshman, with an inconsistent academic lifestyle and a reformed study habit—which is to say, a diminishing one. I live my academic life through practicality, my sugar-coated defense of all time to euphemise that I do not study with paper but rely on instinct, common sense, and guesstimates.
My (high school) colleagues would come to a point sometime and ask me saying: Which is harder: high school or college? Well, I’d answer college because it is a personal choice. Basically, college bestowed me the freedom to choose which: academics, social life, extra-curricular activities, (partying,) or procrastination. I try to balance and balance; but some aspect always gets the more and another loses it.
College has been different. And I doubt different colleges are different. It’s not the high school with the same stories (and hormonal adolescence). Or so I think or am I being biased and UP-centric. The sense of writing this is to actually sum up my freshman year, as it is already March. Although, my attention span in writing got me off-topic resulting to ranting.
The college life I expected is something I forgot. I do not even remember now what I did expect back then. The impact of what college really is covers those memories and the experience of choosing in the air of freedom is a challenge, at least for me. Well, we may have different perspectives of what our school year has coursed. It may have been your moments of the ‘this-is-the-new-me-goodbye-high-school-loser-me’, or the ‘I’ll-study-and-study-and-complain-but-still-study-me’, what I know of and what I have gone through, is that by the end of the day, after all those illusions, resolutions, and seek for resolve we have done, it will still be who we are in the end. We may have different beliefs and philosophies now, we may have new advocacies to fight for, we may have new people to inspire and to be with, but it’s still us. Or maybe not for you, but it’s just me inside and will never change in heart.