Back in the first part of the post, I ended it up saying that there was a certain person who told me a portion of his life when he saw me seating in the corner of the corridor. His name was Jeffrey Doringo. He was this BS Psychology major that I knew because he was a close friend of my brother when they were in first year. Some say he’s a maniac, others a rapist while most a social guy. For me though, he’s sort of a mentor. For the nth time and yet again, I have found a wise person who’s worthy of my attention of my respect, heck I guess I could totally talk to this guy all day long if I can but of course, we both thread different paths so that’s highly unlikely. Anyway, Jep as my bro calls him gave me much needed advice and insights about life. He gave this idea that life in our school isn’t easy yet it is a place for those that are truly up for challenges. He told me that the pursuit of the diploma in our school is a difficult one yet once you’re close to the goal, you’ll eventually start what he calls some form of self-motivation so that you never lose track of the reasons why you’re studying. He told me so much more about his life and though I want to share most of it, I doubt he wouldn’t allow it (or would he?) ‘cause y’know most it is a bit personal and I wouldn’t want to divulge it to the world. To just sum it all up we talked about life and what you think others think about you. It’s like on that day, we were truly Psychology Majors, defining the human emotions and strengths…

After we finished talking, we headed straight back to the building where the enrolment was held. The current number that was being called inside the waiting room was still at 170 so Jep and I still had to wait for a long time, or so I thought. We didn’t wait too long for the enrolment went on overdrive the moment we came back after we ate lunch. It took only around 30 minutes for me to get back into the line and in the flick of a finger, I was yet again a certified member of this disastrous university. Before I went home though, I opened my phone and saw tons of huge messages leaving me with no choice but to leave Jep and go back to my house only to find out that Yo Baga Baga is currently there. (Yo Baga Baga is like a sub-group of Overnighters! which paved the way for Stainless Champorado.) As I’ve said, we were supposed to shoot for our upcoming channel but in ended up with ruins… NOT! 

Because we ended up not having been able to shoot for our first episode, we headed to SM San Lazaro where we ended up watching Paranormal Activity 3. It wasn’t that scary, it was rather just intoxicating to the brain ‘cause of the numerous thriller moments. I wouldn’t say the same for a friend of mine though who was not an avid fan of scary movies for he must have had a miserable nightmare that night. Anyway, after the movie, this friend of mine (yes the one who was going to have a miserable nightmare) started to imitate Tobita & Paranormal (those were the jokes we made whilst at the cinema) which totally gave much ruckus when we were at the floors of the mall. I mean c’mon! We were totally owning the place, not caring whether we were going to get reprimanded, scolded or what not! In short, we had fun! Even though we did not plan what transpired that day, it totally went on to become an awesome bonding experience! I totally love those guys and I don’t think that won’t change anytime soon! Check out a few pics in here! (Justin’s blog, just scroll down.) 

Conclusion: Patience does bode good things, maybe not even what you thought it would bode… Sometimes even better than that, maybe an irreplaceable item or perhaps an irreplaceable memory. :) 

Today’s post is all about a single word that I wish to reiterate (or perhaps just say to the people that’s been making my life feel like hell for the past months) and that word is Responsibility. Actually, make that, Patience. Or perhaps, I’ll just reiterate both those that I have mentioned. (Add Consistency please)

Just to make this post clear, yes this post is about my continually growing loathing to my current school and yes, I have no choice but to go to this school due to financial problems and other complexities that I will discuss as I go through today’s post. And with that, here I go.

Back in October, I had this brief discussion with my mom about my course (BS Psychology) and in the middle of the discussion, I cried my heart out after my dad told me something that pierced right through my heart. I don’t blame my dad for what he said. I don’t blame anyone for forcing me to believe Nursing is the right track that I should have taken instead of Psychology. I actually blame myself for what happened that day, and I’ve taken that to notice just recently because of the difficulties I’m experiencing with my school. It’s not the difficulties you might think (academics, relationships, transportation aka the usual stuff), it’s actually about the school itself. The culture, the growing herd of sociopaths, hypocrites and desperate cults and of course the administration itself is what I’m talking about here, and to tell you honestly, my loathing continually grows even more as I realize that my current school continually brags about their students who are just smart and patient unlike the administration. In all fairness, the students who get Magna Cum Laude or Summa Cum Laude are really deserving to get them yet I truly wonder why this school continually gets that honor and love it deserves from the students. Are the students blind? Is the administration deceiving? Or am I just crazy enough to criticize what the hell is happening whilst not even lasting a full year in my school? I guess I won’t know the answer to that one, but what I do know is I won’t be blinded, deceived nor fooled. As long as this mind struggles to find loopholes to my school’s growing corruption, I will not falter except of course if they kick me out. IF they ever do kick me out, I can actually thank them, I’ll be gone from the grips of their already irresponsible and disastrous administration which continues to downpour inconsistency. BUT if they don’t decide to kick me out, I guess I’ll continue to respond to whatever challenges they give me whilst of course given extremely negative responses UNLESS of course they give us students the consistency and proper allocation of time we need. I won’t blame them if they don’t give us my(our) requests(at least from the people I’ve heard), ‘cause in totally we don’t have the right to complain, we’re going to a school that “provides our Tertiary Education for free!” That’s what my professors always say but I don’t care anymore; it’s like they’re saying that when they get a higher wage, they’ll work harder and start giving us our grades on time(not a day, two days, three days or a week late). What’s happening to me currently is so stereotypical of probably all the public institutions in my country ‘cause without a higher pay, these institutions that brag so much about their high quality won’t give you a high quality of facilities, more less treatment and hospitality(unless of course if it concerns foreigners, I’ll give ‘em that.)

Just so we’re clear again, my school is a State University that the Commission on Higher Education (of my country) considers as the 13th best school in my country (if I’m not mistaken) in terms of quality of education and yet I’m having problems with it. This goes to show that you can’t always believe in polls. I guess you really do have to experience it to believe it. And yet here I am! So helpless ‘cause I love my parents too much and I need to make sure they don’t get too much stress from paying bills from another school that probably offers much better quality(in terms of treatment, consistency and responsibility) than my current one. What can I do right? I ain’t payin’ for all the stuff I’m using so I just follow ‘em. No buts.

I’m sick and tired of all this stuff in my school. Sometimes, I just want to let go and give up but I can’t. Even though I want to I just can’t! For my mother and father’s suffering for me to reach my current level is more than what I’m experiencing right now! So with all this, I shall endure all the high-school like policies, relentless reprimands, severe degradation of my capabilities, patience-testing change of schedules, much more patience-testing 2 or 3 hour waits for my professor to give me the only grades I need that day and of course, all the unbearable rants and doings that are against my pride all for my parents. 

My school in high school that I still currently love has given me as they call it Unending Grace. Yet, Where is my Unending Grace? Still within my heart I hope for I shall fight for my two former Alma Maters and for the people the continually strive to keep me from giving up. So help me God.