[Part I] Me? A beacon of Hope?
It's not everyday you meet different kinds of people. You could meet them walking around school, but actually have the chance to talk to them, I think not.A parent who goes amok, or someone who can tear downa door in one move or a student who asks “What day is Wednesday?”, the campus hottie, the national artist or even the simplestof janitors.
It’s not every time you can bleed yourself to death talking toforeigners, or marvel and still bleed yourself to death at sign languages, or tobe speechless at the sight of some high-fallutin(?) administrators of theschool then rather wished you had more time to do sign languages.
It's not every book you can encounter statements like “Jill was my best collegeexperience” for starters or a constant HRIM “1 tbsp. of kindness, 1 cup of love, 2 glasses of creativity, etc.” or maybe the ever present “Richard (orput any other name for that matter since 50% of the population uses this) wassnobbish at first but once you get to know him…he’s kalog”.
But, Ihave experienced them all.
Theseare the unforgettable experiences that made it fun for me to enter a world fullof paper, stress and unending editing…not to mention the revisions and all thelate night talks. Yet these are just minor things comparing to theextraordinary work experience wherein there are no set boundaries, wherein theold shouldn’t feel obligated to be archaic and stuck up and the young shouldn’tfeel inferior and miniscule.
It’s a world where you are not bound by the course youare taking, your age or year level, or even the slightest of preferences,whether it be favorite colors, lovelifes and worldly matters. . It’s a worldwhere you can be candid and realize your work’s done after joking around; withall the stress not even felt. It’s a world where you can be wild with yourself,well of course, while working.
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what can you say?
I believe in the limitations of freedom of expression but actually rewriting a whole entry is just uncalled for.
PART TWO up next
It’s not every time you can bleed yourself to death talking toforeigners, or marvel and still bleed yourself to death at sign languages, or tobe speechless at the sight of some high-fallutin(?) administrators of theschool then rather wished you had more time to do sign languages.
It's not every book you can encounter statements like “Jill was my best collegeexperience” for starters or a constant HRIM “1 tbsp. of kindness, 1 cup of love, 2 glasses of creativity, etc.” or maybe the ever present “Richard (orput any other name for that matter since 50% of the population uses this) wassnobbish at first but once you get to know him…he’s kalog”.
But, Ihave experienced them all.
Theseare the unforgettable experiences that made it fun for me to enter a world fullof paper, stress and unending editing…not to mention the revisions and all thelate night talks. Yet these are just minor things comparing to theextraordinary work experience wherein there are no set boundaries, wherein theold shouldn’t feel obligated to be archaic and stuck up and the young shouldn’tfeel inferior and miniscule.
It’s a world where you are not bound by the course youare taking, your age or year level, or even the slightest of preferences,whether it be favorite colors, lovelifes and worldly matters. . It’s a worldwhere you can be candid and realize your work’s done after joking around; withall the stress not even felt. It’s a world where you can be wild with yourself,well of course, while working.
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what can you say?
I believe in the limitations of freedom of expression but actually rewriting a whole entry is just uncalled for.
PART TWO up next