College Preparations

College.

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Going to school at 10am, attending three-hour classes, hanging out every free time, have lots of awesome experiences. Those are the usual expectation of a high school student to being a college student. But hey, hold your horses! First things first.

           Colleges only accept high school graduates—no kidding. So the priority is to get our diplomas first and then attend college. But as I stepped my foot on the first day of the school on my senior year, my classmates we’re all talking like this; “Oh my god. We’re senior, 10 months after, we’re going to be in college. Ang bilis!”. Two minutes later, they were already asking if they had prepared their college application.

I was enjoying summer, how could I even think about that? I didn’t know I was ought to spend my summer cramming for reviews! Nobody told me I had to prepare for anything at all. I was expecting a hey-Kat-it’s-so-good-to-see-you-again on the first day but no it wasn’t like it that, it was rather like…voila, you’re dead amiga! One of the major Universities announced that their submission of application was already due this month, yay!

There I were on the first month of the school year, ever so happy—oh look! I have to do my college application that was due soon if not later. Awesome, such a bummer. That was the day when I swore that Universities have such a bad ticker for freshmen applicants.

Few months later, I was able to pass my application on my dream colleges. Thank God they’re not as excited as the others were.

“Have you had a review?” They asked on the following weeks and I couldn’t bring myself any downer to stoop to the point of hiding my face—I haven’t had any good views about college even.

Truth be told, I don’t know what to take in college. My life has been a happy-go-lucky routine, I don’t know what I want to do with my life.

All I knew was that I want to be happy; and happy means to be problem-free. Problem-free as in everyone wouldn’t have a problem—did I mention everyone?

I’m not an angel or anything but I like helping people simply because life with something to worry about is not completely happy. To sum it up, I want everybody to be happy, to the point of situation such as I’m walking down the street and everyone’s so happy that they’d do a sing and dance musical thing with me in the public place—kind of thing.

Yes, like the one in the High School Musical in the song Wild Cats—that kind of happiness. Isn’t it good to visualize such a happy thought? I’m not a fan or anything (although, I’d like to mention; the lead singer of the said song is one of my celebrity crushes. Go Wild Cats!).

Anyhow, I drifted too much on my topic. Where was I? Oh, right. So I didn’t have any review, next thing I knew, my life was damned when I was staring at the test questionnaires—literally staring. Plus the time pressure that counts every time it reaches 10 minutes beyond, I’m sweating and all that stuff—Mommy help!

As of today, I have to wait for the results that I've been itching to see. Patience is a virtue, or at least that's what they're trying to insist on me. I personally think that patience is a "female dog", if you know what I mean. I have to take reality over expectation, nonetheless. After all, as John Lennon quoted, "Life is a b*tch, and then you die." But hey, take a look at the bright side...it's on your right.

I’m probably not making any sense right now but clasp it, this is my blog. I’m just expressing my thoughts. However, I’d like to apologize for wasting your time in reading this.

I just want everyone to know the lesson I learned through this episode of my life; Set your priorities. Cliche, I know but that's what I learned. I guess, sometimes life just needs to knock you over once, twice, thrice or even more than enough just so you could say that "I learned my lessons" and actually mean it. And one more thing:

Okay so I’m gonna cut it short; now that I’ve confessed my couch-potato-ness, you might think I’m an airhead. I don’t really care what you think about me as long as I be honest with myself. Judge all you want, I’m cool with it.

“What you say doesn’t define what they are, its your judgement that defines who you are”

(Yep. That was like a conscience. I'm evil.)

So yeah. Thanks for bearing with me and finished all the way! I'm grateful that you made it this far! Congratulations and Thank you very much!

'Til then. :)