eh masaya kame, bakit ba. :D
photograph by Gail Capati.
it has been a while since I wrote a personal post.
today was a productive day in which I:
tomorrow we have practice for the commencement exercises and our college send-off party. then I’m planning to get my nails done with Kez. and Coltz will stay the night.
I am excited to see all the friends again but also sad because I know that some of my not-yet-graduating friends are sad about being not-yet-graduating. I keep my own social media sites updated with graduation news but I try to show them as much love as I can. and I find it really sweet that most of the ones who are in Baguio are going to see us off.
I can kind of feel the pre-graduation (and, prematurely, some of the post-graduation) depression settling in. but I’ve been getting a lot of love this week from friends and family. so I am generally happy right now. <3
assuming I pass all of my subjects this semester, these will be my subjects next semester:
… and then I march. wow.
I just need to keep reminding myself to stay afloat, and take care of my health, and that actually most of the hardest subjects are over.
and I need to make progress on my thesis. gulp.
so this post is something I can look back on when I feel like the requirements never end. because I know that I wouldn’t have gotten this far if I couldn’t do it with my first three years of subjects.
the ladies of Tinig Amianan at Chancellor RR’s Investiture last Friday.
photograph by Gail Capati.
sometimes I miss those freshie days when UP was still pristine and immaculate in my eyes and being there was nothing short of amazing. the academic workload was a healthy challenge and first years were the priority in tons of events. I was fully convinced that I would graduate after exactly four academic years. and I had this overblown but noble concept of Iskolar ng Bayan and social responsibility and how we were - are - capable of so much.
not to say that I am complaining about my UPian life now. but it’s a little sad sometimes to realize how much has changed in the way I look at my school and myself. it’s like losing the innocence of youth.
in any subject — GE, minor, major, elective, NSTP, PE, any subject at all — missing a class can hardly be called a good move. intentionally skipping class is even worse, especially if those 90 minutes are dedicated to something unproductive. I admit that more than once I have cut class, sometimes to take care of other more urgent requirements, other times because I was running late and had already surpassed the fifteen minute grace period, and in a few instances, frankly, just because I was feeling tired or lazy.
in my two-going-on-three years in UP Baguio, however, I have not yet missed a walk out. the walk out of 2010 was for the fight against the state universities and colleges budget cut, and this year the battle for the people’s right to an education continues.
one of many new loves for the year 2011: The Anthropology Organization.
this is their/our board for Salakniban.