I've been going back and forth from Passi to Iloilo this past four days! I'm friggin' tired and brain drained!
Last Sunday, I took the AB English Aptitude Test.
The test was not easy but it wasn't really that hard. The test was like any other periodical test in english in high school. The only part that made it hard is the World Literature part of the test that took me ages to actually choose my answers. I'm sure about some items on the American and English Literature, the tough ones were those from argentinian, japanese, french and indian. I hate that test, it made me realize that I knew nothing about "World Literarture."
The essay part was my favorite. Also the Verbal tests. I wrote about music and how it affects the human soul. Kind of experienced about music so I found it really smooth sailing. Also, the verbs were familiar to me too, so welcome aboard.
The next day, to my shock and surprise, was the interview. So wearing my ultra-feminine kinda corporate yellow blouse and soft black pants, and golden shoes, I tried to look confident than I can ever imagine myself. The interview turned out really comfortable...velvetty smooth and silky. That doctor guy really brought out the best of me. I mean, I did not feel any awkwardness and he actually talked to me like a teacher, he told me recommendations about writing, where to go to learn writing and made me enumerate my awards. What disappointed me was when he told me that I should have taken the NAT. He told me that if I took that chance I could have passed the test. Hell, yeah. Nursing is okay, but studying English is my thing.
The nest day, results were out. While walking towards Quezon Hall, I saw a great amount of intimidating young people in front of the CAS Office, waiting for the holy grail to come out from those shabbily painted shutters of the Dean's Office. I felt a pang of fear and nervousness when I saw some girls cry and some wailing and whining in front of me.
Wow. I thought I am the most hysterical person in the world, but apparently, people are kind of hundredth folds messed up that I am.
Out of over 300 that took the test and interview for AB English only 45 made it. Lucky me, I'm in and so is my new found friend Xylene. We made it.
The next day was The STFAP Applicationd Day. I crammed because it was just like yesterday that the forms were given to us. So cramming the whole morning for a lawyer to notarize my assets and liabilities, a Jaro CPU jeep almost bumped me while crossing the street towards the Attorney's Office - the one in front of Gaisano Mall.
At that time when I was sitting inside the lawyer's office I suddenly knew what to do after I finish college...I knew what to pursue. After this, I want to be that strong, polished, independent woman in her black suite, sitting in her comfortable black swivel chair, her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and signing forms as if she's an indespensable part of the new world.
When my consciousness came back I was in some protracted line inside the Hometel. The forms were carelessly tucked underneath my arm. I saw a bunch of different people. Age varies, face value varies and intelligence varies. The thought that I will be moving in this whole new world where I am just another nobody started poking my brain. I see myself as this 'back to the black hole' character - a loner again. Plus the fact that I am introverted, will apparently make my social life more demoralizing.
After one hour being sandwiched in the line of two obese people, I felt nervousness when I was next in line for the interview. I neatened by forms and walked awkwardly toward the 'interrogator.' My sis was bracket 5 so I must not be way pass that. I talked so pathetically. I made myself look like a dumb kid. I belittled my own self in front of that woman. I said my dad has no constant job, my mom is a vendor, we have no electric bills because we only tap from our neighbors and that we only have a well beside our house as our source of water. I lied a lot, white lies. In order to, well, pay a little less. So there, I saw the womance bossy face melted into this sympathetic, pitiful, merciful face.
And there I convinced myself that well, my act was convincing. High Five!
Guess what, I'm bracket 3! 50% subsidy. That means, more allowance from my bugging 'rents! Less tuition pays.
Good God. He never leave me though I skipped my prayers some nights because I was so damned tired and well, I admit, sometimes, I find it taxing to pray when the next Bones episode is up. Sorry God.
Well, I guess, what I'm trying to say is that, I'm excited for COLLEGE!
