I miss highschool.
As I've written on my last journal post, I'm going to college.
It's fucking next week.
I don't even know what to do. I don't know the basic lessons, I don't dig my major of choice, I'll be stuck in my parents' home again (well that's not really bad, considering living alone when you're only 16 is a nay). Oh and new friends... I haven't even memorize their names yet, and new faces? Ugh I'm bad at memorizing faces.
But... I have been thinking hard lately.
All I do is complain. I don't know anything, yet. I haven't experienced anything, yet. I'm only scared of what's coming for me. My major of choice is hard to get into (yes it's Medical Science) and I know so many people tried to get in (because they wanted to, not because of their parents) but couldn't. I slipped in to a bunch of ready-to-gos and I was like DAMN they're excited. This is what they want, though. This is not what I wanted, but I want me wanting it.
I remember the day of the entrance test, it was the interview session. I was asked, "What brings you here?" and I was like "To be honest, doctor? It's my mom." He looked rather calm, and he asked again, "What is your major of choice?", "Geology, Earth-science." He looked amused right then, but then he asked what if I got into med-sci and I answered whole-heartedly:
"Why not? I'm always eager to try. When I'm into something, I would make the best out of it."
This is my promise. To that doctor who asked me, to myself, to my parents, to God, to anyone. I would like to live by that motto. But now? Sheesh, I'm back to square one. To be honest, I really missed high school. It's less complicated. You have your schedule, your teachers, your friends, your home works and that's that. You don't need to think about whether or not will you get a job at a prestigious place or can you make it out of the place.
It's fucking next week.
I don't even know what to do. I don't know the basic lessons, I don't dig my major of choice, I'll be stuck in my parents' home again (well that's not really bad, considering living alone when you're only 16 is a nay). Oh and new friends... I haven't even memorize their names yet, and new faces? Ugh I'm bad at memorizing faces.
But... I have been thinking hard lately.
All I do is complain. I don't know anything, yet. I haven't experienced anything, yet. I'm only scared of what's coming for me. My major of choice is hard to get into (yes it's Medical Science) and I know so many people tried to get in (because they wanted to, not because of their parents) but couldn't. I slipped in to a bunch of ready-to-gos and I was like DAMN they're excited. This is what they want, though. This is not what I wanted, but I want me wanting it.
I remember the day of the entrance test, it was the interview session. I was asked, "What brings you here?" and I was like "To be honest, doctor? It's my mom." He looked rather calm, and he asked again, "What is your major of choice?", "Geology, Earth-science." He looked amused right then, but then he asked what if I got into med-sci and I answered whole-heartedly:
"Why not? I'm always eager to try. When I'm into something, I would make the best out of it."
This is my promise. To that doctor who asked me, to myself, to my parents, to God, to anyone. I would like to live by that motto. But now? Sheesh, I'm back to square one. To be honest, I really missed high school. It's less complicated. You have your schedule, your teachers, your friends, your home works and that's that. You don't need to think about whether or not will you get a job at a prestigious place or can you make it out of the place.