Last week, I was supposed to be excited. I was excited about who my new classmates would be, anatomy and physiology which is such an exciting subject and of course biochemistry which is my favorite branch of chemistry.
Sadly, I received a devastating news from a friend of mine. I will not just go deeper to that. This blog is open for everyone and the people involved might read this. I don't want to make another issue. Basta, this has something to do with broken plans and of course the word PRESSURE.
Well, I planned something after I departed 2nd semester. It became successful during summer. I enjoyed a lot last summer. I love my new set of classmates and I had fun with them. I learned the word CONTENTMENT further. That's what I see in them. Summer class was really happy.
Aside from being happy, I felt NO PRESSURE. Well, it's different from the pressure with regards to academics, huh? I get used to it since I graduated from a science high school. The truth is, I really don't want that somebody will treat me as ALMIGHTY. Yes, I have trait that is unique from others. Yes, I can learn fast and I'm grateful to that. I really appreciate compliments I received from others. But, I hope that people will treat me as an ordinary teenager or classmate. I do not like that people will expect me as "super-genius". As we all know, nobody is perfect. I have limitations. Believe it or not, they can attain what I have if they have PERSEVERANCE and FAITH. You know, I feel sad if some will envy me. I'll be more sad if others will grab MY grades and compute them WITHOUT my consent just for the sake of being too grade conscious. It's more depressing if people will pull me down because of what I have.
Honestly, I'm sad that I'm born in the world of competition. Yes, I competed in honor roll since I was in elementary. Grabbing the 3rd honorable mention and the special award in high school is so tough. I didn't even expect that I'll garner those awards. I'm so thankful that God gave me an understanding mom. She's not like the parents of other honor students that pressures their children to rank higher huh. My mom understands my limitations. It doesn't mean nga bya-an lang ko basta magkina-unsa ko. She even encourages me to do my best because she knows my capacity. That's what I really love in her.
From know, being on the top of the batch is not in my choice anymore. As long as I'm on the dean's list, I'm contented with it. If God will give me a chance to go with flying colors, okay I'll go with it. If I'll reach to the point in which subjects will be getting super-hard and attaining line of 1 would be like a shooting star, okay, as long as I should get the passing grade.
Basta pressure, sorry I really hate that. Don't ever dare to pressure me.. I know what to do.. :)
PS.. This semester, my plan is broken. Promise, I'll be with myself and I'll stay humble.
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