assignment sorry teach
Deconstruction to Outline
I)Time Management
A)Studies
B)wants
II)Choices
A)Motivation
B)Reward
C)Life of Living
YOUNGBLOOD
Choices
By Cheryl Marie P. Andam
Inquirer
Last updated 04:01am (Mla time) 07/31/2007
There are so many things I have to do and so little time to finish everything. Goodness, now I realize that 24 hours will never be enough for me.
My adviser/boss wants me to finish all the reading materials he gave me. But how can I study all of these in just a few weeks before classes start? If I could tear all the pages of my books and stash them in my brain cells, I would definitely do it. I feel drained, and I am having difficulty comprehending all the genetics and molecular biology concepts since it’s not really my forte. I didn’t know before that these were necessary for my studies.
My work at the lab is truly horrible. I have to eat a really quick lunch and get back to what I’m doing -- and that’s at 3 p.m. or even later!
The fact that this is what I really want to study, and this is where I want to finish my degree makes me want to cry, perhaps because I don’t have a choice. I cannot blame myself precisely because these were my own choices.
Indeed, we have to live with the consequences of our actions and decisions, no matter how difficult they may seem. Nobody forced me to do this: This has been my dream for so long.
What’s sad is that I don’t even feel any tinge of homesickness since I arrived. I simply have no time to feel that way. Pathetic, isn’t it?
Each step toward that dream requires a massive amount of effort --and tears. I know that there are mountains and seas that I need to cross, and there is not even the assurance that I will find that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Nonetheless, I have to go through this rather than face the shame of quitting in the middle of the battle.
Have you ever felt truly burdened by your choices? When your mind says “go” while your body is too weary to go on? When you want to cry out for help, but there’s no one but yourself in the middle of a faceless crowd? You’re dying from thirst and the oasis is many miles away, and you don’t know if you’ll choose to give up when you no longer have the energy to continue. When your soul pushes you to reach for that goal, but the only thing that you can say is, “How?”
Indeed, the path to excellence is never smooth. There are thorns along the way and stranglers that will choke your desire to move on.
But why do we want to do this? Is it because we want to prove something to somebody -- to ourselves perhaps? Or do we want to earn a little respect so that our ego would blow up? Is this a matter of survival in this surreal world, a world we didn’t choose to be born to? If we decide to stop and just drift with the flow, will the turbulence of life melt all our worries and frustrations away?
But how can we stifle the urge to be a better person by getting higher education? We made these choices precisely because we want to be looked up to. But I wonder: Once I attain that ambition, will the world stop to congratulate me? Probably not, because I am just another nameless individual in this overpopulated planet.
Why did I choose to do this? I am all alone, with no one to lift my spirit up, no one to push me forward and no one to dry my tears. Why did my kindergarten teacher never tell me that life is more than ABC and 1-2-3? Instead of teaching me my alphabet and nursery rhymes, she should have prepared me to be stronger when I left the four corners of the classroom. But why should I blame her?
Life is never easy. Whoever says it is must be insane. I know that I am still a rational being, even though I feel that I might go crazy anytime soon. But I suppose that’s what life is -- completely absurd and ridiculous.
http://opinion.inquirer.net/inquireropinion/columns/view_article.php?article_id=79623
I)Time Management
A)Studies
B)wants
II)Choices
A)Motivation
B)Reward
C)Life of Living
YOUNGBLOOD
Choices
By Cheryl Marie P. Andam
Inquirer
Last updated 04:01am (Mla time) 07/31/2007
There are so many things I have to do and so little time to finish everything. Goodness, now I realize that 24 hours will never be enough for me.
My adviser/boss wants me to finish all the reading materials he gave me. But how can I study all of these in just a few weeks before classes start? If I could tear all the pages of my books and stash them in my brain cells, I would definitely do it. I feel drained, and I am having difficulty comprehending all the genetics and molecular biology concepts since it’s not really my forte. I didn’t know before that these were necessary for my studies.
My work at the lab is truly horrible. I have to eat a really quick lunch and get back to what I’m doing -- and that’s at 3 p.m. or even later!
The fact that this is what I really want to study, and this is where I want to finish my degree makes me want to cry, perhaps because I don’t have a choice. I cannot blame myself precisely because these were my own choices.
Indeed, we have to live with the consequences of our actions and decisions, no matter how difficult they may seem. Nobody forced me to do this: This has been my dream for so long.
What’s sad is that I don’t even feel any tinge of homesickness since I arrived. I simply have no time to feel that way. Pathetic, isn’t it?
Each step toward that dream requires a massive amount of effort --and tears. I know that there are mountains and seas that I need to cross, and there is not even the assurance that I will find that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Nonetheless, I have to go through this rather than face the shame of quitting in the middle of the battle.
Have you ever felt truly burdened by your choices? When your mind says “go” while your body is too weary to go on? When you want to cry out for help, but there’s no one but yourself in the middle of a faceless crowd? You’re dying from thirst and the oasis is many miles away, and you don’t know if you’ll choose to give up when you no longer have the energy to continue. When your soul pushes you to reach for that goal, but the only thing that you can say is, “How?”
Indeed, the path to excellence is never smooth. There are thorns along the way and stranglers that will choke your desire to move on.
But why do we want to do this? Is it because we want to prove something to somebody -- to ourselves perhaps? Or do we want to earn a little respect so that our ego would blow up? Is this a matter of survival in this surreal world, a world we didn’t choose to be born to? If we decide to stop and just drift with the flow, will the turbulence of life melt all our worries and frustrations away?
But how can we stifle the urge to be a better person by getting higher education? We made these choices precisely because we want to be looked up to. But I wonder: Once I attain that ambition, will the world stop to congratulate me? Probably not, because I am just another nameless individual in this overpopulated planet.
Why did I choose to do this? I am all alone, with no one to lift my spirit up, no one to push me forward and no one to dry my tears. Why did my kindergarten teacher never tell me that life is more than ABC and 1-2-3? Instead of teaching me my alphabet and nursery rhymes, she should have prepared me to be stronger when I left the four corners of the classroom. But why should I blame her?
Life is never easy. Whoever says it is must be insane. I know that I am still a rational being, even though I feel that I might go crazy anytime soon. But I suppose that’s what life is -- completely absurd and ridiculous.
http://opinion.inquirer.net/inquireropinion/columns/view_article.php?article_id=79623