Pondering.
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I'm now here at north conservatory, finally motivated to write the third chapter of my thesis. I only have one month and I still have to write 4 chapters. Not mentioning the other subjects that I still have, I still could not imagine how will I be able to emerge as successful in all of them.
As I stare into different faces here in the study hall--faces of lovers, crammers, bystanders, sleeping, nerds and geek gamers, I felt the nostalgia of the memories that I have here. From my freshmen year with my block mates, getting to know stage of a lot of people, sleeping, quarrels, and the like, to me writing my thesis all by myself. I met A LOT of people during my college years from different types of people--goal oriented business students, fashionistas and nosebleed arts students, fellow shiftees, Lasallian Ambassadors, performers, and mere students of La Salle. Regardless of their number or where they are from, I am proud to say that I learned from all of their individual stories.
Before leaving Innersoul, I am glad that I still got the chance to be nominated for the Most Outstanding CAO Group Officer. At around 11, I was lucky enough to be interviewed by three panel: one from the Student Publications Office, Sir Oman of CAO, and someone I don't know. They asked petty questions that allowed me to reflect who I really was during my term of service in the group. Through the interview, I allowed myself to recuperate all the difficulties I have by mere sharing it to them. When you tell people how your hardships were, and they actually are listening, it is something that pays off every single adversity that I had.
I'm off to Manila Broadcasting Company later for my practicum evaluation. I actually messed up in the end by having so much absences due to academic demands, but I'm still hoping to get a 4.0. All these seemed so quick, and I still can't reckon that all of those really existed. As I write these words, I am allowing my thoughts to be off my mind; allowing myself to lock all those sentiments behind--preparing myself to something that's better.