I decided to reread the essay I sent to “the” Ateneo for my application.

I’m cringing. Yet I’m at awe. And somehow, I am disappointed.

For the most part, what is this I wrote? Oh good lard, I can’t believe I sent this in! I don’t even remember what was going on in my mind while I was writing this, but I know for sure that days before that, I felt as though I wouldn’t be able to come up with a good enough essay. And this is where my awe comes in, because this essay is actually something entirely different from what I do, and I feel like I kind of managed to pull it off. With the exception of little information. But then I think, a stranger read this. Good lard! I would not yet I would want to meet the person who read this. Haha, first impressions from an essay about yourself and your greatest achievement.

I also read my draft and it was so dragging and void of life. Because to be honest, when I was writing the draft, I had no idea what my greatest achievement was so I resorted into writing nonsense about pencils and scrawls of lines… 

And I remember Alex telling me that this wasn’t an essay. Well, this is an essay. I don’t know what I did, but I got my point across by telling a story with opinions. I am dying. What is this I wrote!

So yeah, I just found myself an excuse to write here again. See you in three weeks, when there wouldn’t be any school anymore! ;)

Of school left?! You kid, bro. Well I wish they were kidding, but 24? High school’s coming to a close.

While we have 24 days left, Amy has to survive another 49 years and 266 days aboard Godspeed until she and her parents reach Centauri-Earth although by then she’d be older than her parents… because she got unfrozen 49 years and 266 days earlier than her folks. 

Amy and her 49 years aside, I would like to contemplate on the 24 days! /senti moments. 24 school days until graduation?

I was told I’d miss high school’s complacency in the next four to six months… If this is what they call complacency, what then is life there? I got all the more frightened when Miss Paconla, our guidance counselor who took the same course I am going to take and went to the same school I am going to go to, told me she went on with no sleep for 72 hours. All to finish her research papers. And reached unknown baranggays to get data for her research. If this is what’s going to face me in the coming years, then who knows if I’ll emerge alive? Lucky me if I get to go through it with only eye bags as damage.

But then again, 24 days. I was never really even a fan of high school - some era in your life you go through when you experience all the drama and all the stress you thought you’d be able to handle. It wasn’t as much of a big deal as everyone made it out to be, and come to think of it, I think I just sailed through high school like I did with grade school, except now I’ve paid more attention to the numbers on my report card.

I don’t care to elaborate further because I have Amy to finish and I have things to prepare for tomorrow’s recollection with another class. Here’s to me joining another section wallowing in their own drama while I sit there like a fish out of the water.

24 days left out of the 13 years of primary and secondary school. GTG, preparing to go off to my Centauri-Earth: college.