Saturday, October 13, 2007

Random pictures



Late na...



Ako rin yan...


Mga barkada ni Mommy...

Almost there...

Now that it's October, and being an Octoberian (if there's such a word), I am looking forward to graduation. I do believe that it has been long overdue, and I have my reasons for my being in college for almost 6 years. I transferred from Mindanao State University in General Santos City to Silliman, because I knew that if I stayed in that desert of a location that they call an institute for higher learning, I don't know where I would be right now. Sure, I might've graduated with an Economics degree, I would've graduated at the same age like my father (who was 19 then), and maybe, just maybe, I would have a job right now, instead of mooching off my parents.

My parents are even scolding me, telling me "Gumaraduate ka naman! Naunahan ka pa ng kapatid mo!" Yes, my younger sister already graduated and is in the USA already, priming up for the California State Board of Nursing Examinations this coming month (I think), and I am still here in Dumaguete, decidedly undecided what to do next. Though I know that I should be applying for the United States after the Civil Service Examinations in Cebu, I just don't know what I will do. If ever I get rejected, I guess I will just stay here and study. AGAIN!

People who have been in college for a much longer time than I am continuously preach to me that there is no rush to graduating on time - as long as you graduate, then you will be fine. But I am TIRED of studying! I don't know who to blame, although I would have to say that Silliman didn't help a lot. (They did help me get to Japan, so I guess they do deserve some credit). I don't know. I guess I was expecting a lot from Silliman. Silliman just didn't push me hard enough for me to think about struggling for grades, didn't force me to go beyond the "stuck (up) knowledge" some subjects require. ICU was strict, even though the subjects we took there won't be credited.

The usual rants of those who went there would be the usual crap about studying Kanji and memorizing verses and all that. But they didn't know what Intensive Japanese takers like me (Karu-san, te o agate kudasai!) did. I was up at 5am, studying and reviewing the Kanji that I already studied the night before. Then study the previous day's lesson, coupled with that day's lesson. Then 6 hours of Japanese for class, after which the senseis will give us a ton of homework to do, which I had to finish before going to work at 4pm. Archaeology class is next and we had to dig up some Jomon doku and scrub it clean. Then ride fast before it becomes 6pm to Bamiyan. Then from 6pm to 12 midnight, I would making haico-ro or shoyou-men, washing the dishes, scrubbing floors, and then gomi-kokkan before that 20-minute bike ride to McDonald's for a couple of hyaku-en ba-ga- for a light snack, then finish all the homework again until 2am. Then dream of all the Japanese that I am still to encounter. Despite all these, I still managed to get excellent grades.

I guess I needed that flurry of activity, even though I didn't see any need to be hassled like that. I just don't know what it is that makes me afraid to go out into the world outside Dumaguete. I guess that's the effect being stuck in this haven that I can call home has had on me.

Oh well. On to better things. Like finishing this video documentary, and a research paper defense...