It’s officially only nine days until our graduation. And very soon, it’ll only be eight days.
Kind of freaky, considering everything. Last night I was jolted into this realization when a friend IMed me. This was how our conversation went.
Him (3/17/2008 11:21:56 PM): gising ka na? (you awake?)
Him(3/17/2008 11:22:13 PM): 10 days to go baby!!!
Me (3/17/2008 11:26:10 PM): haha never really slept. ack. coffee before bed. baad.
Me (3/17/2008 11:26:23 PM): 10 days to what? O.o
Him (3/17/2008 11:26:32 PM): graduation!!!!
Him (3/17/2008 11:26:33 PM): hello?
Me (3/17/2008 11:26:41 PM): oo nga no (so it is)
Him (3/17/2008 11:26:54 PM): , BSN
Me (3/17/2008 11:27:32 PM): haha. cool.
Me (3/17/2008 11:27:38 PM): you sure are excited. O.o
Him (3/17/2008 11:27:53 PM): yeah
Can you feel his giddiness? It was so palpable that it actually got me thinking about this whole event.
At first I was indifferent. I mean, big deal. So we graduate. It’s not like I haven’t done that before, and I’m not the first one to do it in our family too. It really isn’t that big of a deal, graduating college.
And after that half-day long ceremony? Nothing. We get one day off for our graduation ball and then we’re off to two whole months of slavery under the guise of “reviewing” for the board exams. And then comes the taking of the actualexams. And then months of nothing, waiting for the results, which we need to land a job.
It’s so predictable it makes me want to puke. I hate it. As much as I don’t want to be one of those people who whine about taking up the wrong course in college, I just can ‘t help it. I mean really, is this to be my life? This is it?
It’s not like I have anything else I could do. I like to write but I know that deep down, I won’t make it in that business.
So I guess this is really it then. I knew I said it years ago when I first stepped into this course, but it’s only starting to sink in.
There really is no turning back, huh.
On a lighter note, we just had our baccalaureate mass last Friday. It was fun. No, actually, it was more than fun. It made me appreciate the fact that I’m studying in the oldest institution in Asia. The symbolisms and the traditions just kicked in as we were walking out of a piece of architecture that’s almost four hundred years old. Come on. Who can beat that?
