Staying Connected
All of a sudden, each of us was already planning about our future; Where we will be; how we will be; what we will be. In just a snap, I'm already a graduate, among the thousands of seniors in that qudrangle that evening. But which was more torturing: The oh-so-loooong graduation night or the oh-so-looong years of, well, struggling?
Being a sophomore and meeting up the people I would be spending for three years, I was trying to read up their characteristics and at first I thought I was lost in a place where people were not much interesting. But I didn't know that as time went by, the class was filled with a fascinating kaleidoscope of characters who exposed themselves in each of his and her own way.
Bonds tightened with the camps (with the storm and mud as part of the struggles) and plays we had to do. The groupings were well synchronized---each of us were able to communicate with other beings and soon after, we were able to confirm each other in our multiply and friendster accounts as FRIENDS.
Third year in the university, second year together, our class met The Terror. Then we started sliding down the rollercoaster by seeing each of our weaknesses, by the daily anguish, and the late night tasks caused by this evil carrier of mischief (don't tell HER I said this---hahaha!!!). Even as the storm hit the towns, nobody stopped from working on that damned project (a collection) we had to pass. I'm telling you there were hell lots of times we were bombarded by shouts, yells, and whips of angry tongue in the class. And it was amazing to find out that one thing made us unite: We prayed. (Seriously.. We were praying as if a missile is about to hit our classroom)
We became immune the next year and we went on doing what we can do: to TRY. Everything was in a hurry. And then suddenly we were there being called by one of our favorite professor onstage.
There were overnights... Working on a project.
Parties... Birthday songs were sung.
Tears... Conflicts between friends... Reconciliation...
Issues were raised.. Issues ended... Cats were biting (hahaha!! I just had to add that one up!!!)... You see your friend for the first time not well-dressed.. You see your friend drunk for the first time... You see you friend so glamorous for the first time... You see all of them rushing for the attendance on one moment and next they shall be rushing for a photo opportunity (trademark of our section!!!)... You see your friends laugh, cry, scowl, get embarassed.... You see them everyday..
Then you see them wearing their togas...
Then you see them in the review for the Licensure Exam...
Then you might not see some of them anymore.. We start living our separate lives again... It's not that it ends there.. We just move on... Yet, I bet nobody wants to lose communication... So the friendship extends...
You see them once more... and more.. ^_^
Congrats classmates!!!
Being a sophomore and meeting up the people I would be spending for three years, I was trying to read up their characteristics and at first I thought I was lost in a place where people were not much interesting. But I didn't know that as time went by, the class was filled with a fascinating kaleidoscope of characters who exposed themselves in each of his and her own way.
Bonds tightened with the camps (with the storm and mud as part of the struggles) and plays we had to do. The groupings were well synchronized---each of us were able to communicate with other beings and soon after, we were able to confirm each other in our multiply and friendster accounts as FRIENDS.
Third year in the university, second year together, our class met The Terror. Then we started sliding down the rollercoaster by seeing each of our weaknesses, by the daily anguish, and the late night tasks caused by this evil carrier of mischief (don't tell HER I said this---hahaha!!!). Even as the storm hit the towns, nobody stopped from working on that damned project (a collection) we had to pass. I'm telling you there were hell lots of times we were bombarded by shouts, yells, and whips of angry tongue in the class. And it was amazing to find out that one thing made us unite: We prayed. (Seriously.. We were praying as if a missile is about to hit our classroom)
We became immune the next year and we went on doing what we can do: to TRY. Everything was in a hurry. And then suddenly we were there being called by one of our favorite professor onstage.
There were overnights... Working on a project.
Parties... Birthday songs were sung.
Tears... Conflicts between friends... Reconciliation...
Issues were raised.. Issues ended... Cats were biting (hahaha!! I just had to add that one up!!!)... You see your friend for the first time not well-dressed.. You see your friend drunk for the first time... You see you friend so glamorous for the first time... You see all of them rushing for the attendance on one moment and next they shall be rushing for a photo opportunity (trademark of our section!!!)... You see your friends laugh, cry, scowl, get embarassed.... You see them everyday..
Then you see them wearing their togas...
Then you see them in the review for the Licensure Exam...
Then you might not see some of them anymore.. We start living our separate lives again... It's not that it ends there.. We just move on... Yet, I bet nobody wants to lose communication... So the friendship extends...
You see them once more... and more.. ^_^
Congrats classmates!!!
