I'm moving to my rented room tomorrow morning before sunrise. I already packed the books that I might need in college, some casual clothes, my toiletries, favorite pillow and bed sheets with me.
I will look like some dork tomorrow, lugging and squeezing all these stuffs with me in the jeep. But I can do this.
This is sad. I already miss my perfect cable TV, my bed, my obedient CD player and my own white sturdy desk. I’ll miss my room. I know, in college, I won’t have that much privacy from a room shared with my sister.
I love my sister, because she is my sister. But before I could even move into my space, she already altered into this superficial brat. When we are together, she let me pay all our transportation allowance when it’s supposed to be a fair share. Talking about study table, she got the wooden sturdy one with good lighting when she barely even study, and she left me with the brown ‘ram shackled’ desk near the window where all raucous people and hectic cars go by . I should get along with my sister slash roommate but how can I do that if she’s already stepping on me even class hasn’t started yet?
Open-mindedness and being ready to laugh at all times will be my sounding board.
Oh, I’ll tell you about the orientation…oh…I don’t remember any. Perhaps I fell asleep right in my seat. Goshes!
The good thing about being a CAS student, you are going to spend the semesters studying in the largest, the classiest and the oldest edifice in the University. I am very much contented being in the interiors of Quezon Hall, with all that ostentatious arches and elevated columns and idiosyncratic emblems and massive doors and its several huge quarters. It is inspiring, motivating, and rousing the scholar in me. I feel like I am changed into some truth-seeker or thinker or dreamer of medieval Greece, working on increasing my wisdom while spending my valued moments within the Parthenon fortifications.
We’ll school is here. This is it. This is what I’ve been waiting for.
