Saturday, July 24, 2004
UNDER THE STEAMY RAINDROPS
The Damage Report - Year 3 - Ending Week #6
Background Music: "Everybody's Changing" by Keane
NOTE: This is a weekly blog entry that summarizes a series of events of a finished week in and around La Salle.
NO pictures this time.
Surprised? I've been posting entries with pictures and no words to justify the leagues of things going around.
This past week the Prelim exams took place and it was the crowning jewel of failures. This past term has been the worst term for me as a College student. It's been bad in almost all ways.
To update, I believe -no wait- I AM no longer emotionally attached to the girl I was courting months before. I'm happy that I've freed myself from a manhole I put myself into.
Grades are terrible. I have five majors this semester and I'm going critical in RTV Newswriting. It's freaking me out. I didn't submit a project. I missed submitting a reaction paper. I could barely answer the simplest of quizzes. I have one absent, but the professor says it's two because he doesn't know about that one seminar I attended in June.
Health is terrible. I'm typing this on the third evening of a mild fever. My fitness upbringing sank into an ocean of Red Horse and a couple of Whapaaaks! this past week. I've noticed I haven't finished all the meals I've eaten... there's always three or four scoops of rice left behind.
Focus is terrible. I only visited the Heraldo Filipino office on Monday and I made an unfortunate record for myself by not visiting HF for four school days straight. I missed another AB Comm Channel meeting, making it twice in a row. And the worst, I didn't study for any subject the night before. Everything was last minute.
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Clearly this is the darkest of terms for me in college. When I was a frosh, I recall I was beaming with energy to be out there and expose myself and develop my talents. When I was a soph, it was a challenge to maintain a steady climb towards the top.
It's different this year. My life in 3rd Year has a musical score that even I can't understand. I've never been this sad since being a sophomore in high school. I've never felt so lost and late for everything. Late at the office, late for class, late for sleeping, late for waking up, late for lunch, late for dinner...
There are moments I imagine everything constrast to the way it is now. I visualize myself stronger than before, confident, always carrying a smile, famous for loving people, ...because I have a girlfriend txting me at night and a best friend covering my back at the dorm when I'm out drinking with some friends.
I've pictured my own classmates seeing me one day as an extremely happy guy filled with hope and love for his girlfriend whoever she may be.
But it's not like that. Everywhere I go I see couples holding hands, friends talking about their love life even sex life, and I'm here at square one still looking up.
I've been inspired several times on the topic of my next column at HF. I'm thinking I'm going to be daring with my columns by writing totally different topics. Forget national issues... not that I don't care... but what I want to write about are THE PEOPLE who read the HF newspaper in the first place. I'm just itching to write a column that will strike people differently... and touch those who least expect it.
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Alcohol consumed this past week:
- 4 San Mig Strong Ice
- 1 Red Horse
Cigarettes smoked this past week:
- NEVER
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