Running, it has always been a thing of mine since I play basketball and all, but a 5 kilometer run? Now that’s what I’ve never tried to achieve! But today, I have finished a 5 kilometer run without stopping, probably with a bit of brisk walking but you get the point. Anyway, I’ll try to get straight to the point with this article since I don’t want you to see my ranting like totally.

Anyway, the day started of very well with me getting my smooth bones on. I was a little late on my schedule but I made it through a friend’s house to get free transportation since my dad was a bit busy with work. There was this slight problem though… We had to leave a man behind. My friends’ companions had this slight fear that they will not be able to start the marathon in time but might have been a little bit too punctual, so we kind left my other friend. I personally didn’t care about my punctuality during that time since I paid for the race to be able to help Pasig River and make a video for my Youtube account but since that happened, what transcended that day became way different from what I expected. It was sad leaving my friend behind since I care about those that get left behind rather than those who are already on their way ‘cause y’know I know the feeling of getting left behind that’s why I never leave people behind, but how come this time, I made a disastrous choice by going with a person who already has companions? I pondered that question in my head while my friend, his family, and I rode the car. The ambiance in the car was different for me since I really felt bad at that time but what made me even more feel bad was that the people inside the car were even more concerned about punctuality rather than a person who is alone, though late! It troubled me, for in that time I knew something must have been wrong with society and as I stepped off the car after we parked in some place near the running route, I swore to never leave a person behind ever again. That just isn’t my thing and it never will be.

Anyway, I had to put my running face on so I put aside all my worries for a while and ran for fun and for the Pasig River. It was an awesome experience running! And what made it more special was the fact that I was searching for a few people, specifically actors so that I could bring home something for SC(click this for StainlessChamporado’s link)! In the end though, I didn’t get to have a short commercial for SC and I ended up being alone for a while since I lost my friend (the same one who owned the car) during the marathon.  In addition, almost everything went wrong that day and it was like everything I planned burned to ashes and I seemingly saw myself again, alone and broken to bits. 

In the end, I reflected on what transpired that day and asked myself “was this day suppose to be an awesome?” And yeah, it didn’t feel like it. Sure, it was nice running, and this will surely NOT be my last run, but in the coming runs, a full set of friends would be nice? I don’t wish for another run wherein I will experience yet another “epic lose situation” by not finding hot girls, not having an awesome time with friends and not getting a video for SC all at the same time. A replay of 11/20/11 would’ve been awesome but me losing my racing bib must’ve been God’s way of telling me to stop planning stuff and just keep letting things happen ‘cause that’s how things are suppose to happen right? Perhaps life is just like a marathon, all things & persons must flow by their own course and way.

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.