Thursday, February 26, 2004
Well, It's Thursday...
This day, in one word... WWWWOOOOOOWWWW!!!The day starts with me tossing and turning in my bed 'coz I need to right an expository essay for a very special person (guess who). Imagine waking up at 2:30 a.m. then setting the alarm again at 3:30 a.m. and this goes on and on until 6:00 wherein a decided to start writing.... so difficult!!
Oh well, next on the itinerary was to finish the list of extracurricular activities for the star scholarship. As I write all the things I achieved for the past four years of my life, I can't believe that I really hadn't done much. I claim to be a man of exceptional wit and skill yet I find myself at awe with so little achievements in my high school life. I know, I know... you'll say that I’m so
mayabang but to consider my boastful nature, I am but a bag of hot air...
Oh well, it was a great brief trip down memory lane. It was kind of tedious for I needed to dig up from the deepest crevices of this cobweb-infested cerebrum of mine the things that I did of worth. but at the end, I realized that I am a man of worth not because of what I have written on that paper, not because of the contests won, not because of the disappointments that lashed me, not because of the medals hung, and especially not because of the sacrifices that I made but because of the realization that I was a blessed man. Maybe the reason why the star scholarship required the list of achievements from 1st yr to 4th yr was not because they wanted to compare which candidate amounts more than the other but because the people from La Salle wanted their candidates to find the true meaning of the four years they've stayed in their high school. the curtains of the pilgrimage of my high school life is slowly drawing to a close, I am facing the aftermath of fours years worth of sweat, blood, and tears. God, whom gave me seeds to sow, is now knocking on my hut. He's checking up on how my crops are doing. Unfortunately, I wasn't a good farmer. For those whose harvest time is still far away, take care of your seedlings for when the time comes, you'll have to reap whatever you sow. only then will you realize the meaning of life...
Back to today's story...
I left the house at 930 hoping that I would arrive at DLSU in time for my 1045 interview. But as if I was wading against the waves of fate, I found myself stuck in a frustrating flood of traffic. My interview is fifteen minutes away and the sand in my hourglass isn’t slowing down... good thing I made it just in the nick of time...
Okay... so how did I fare in the interview? Using the words of the beloved Ms. Grace Salonga - THE MOUTH... I was so talkative! I don't know if it was the tension (but I really didn't feel nervous) or is it because I wanted to make an impression or maybe because I was experiencing an overflow in my adrenaline level... I don’t know... but man was I full of stories to tell the panel!! I was kind of scared coz I might have talked too much but after some thought, I felt happy. Maybe coz it feels good to be honest...
Oh well, the day doesn't end at the DLSU Boardroom 'coz I had to face the ordeal of going back to school. After eluding French, staying awake in finite math, and digesting the breaking news of digital LG, I found myself sitting in a tiled lab room, facing on e of the most dreaded sight of my known life... an adchem test! WAPASH!
Yup, an adchem test is the archenemy of Omar Castanar a.k.a. lazy boy a.k.a. don't study man a.k.a. don't listen to sir derez guy a.k.a. mister je deteste French/eco /adchem... it was like climbing a mountain, five times the height of Everest. At first glance, you wouldn't want to answer it but because of the inner being inside me (the STUDENT), I pushed forth but the path proved to be treacherous and eventually, I gave up. What does a guy who doesn't want to answer a test with seatmates who is either answering or chatting got to do? What else but to PARTY! . And party I did. well ranting and chanting senseless strings of emotional outbursts ranging from the reality that I have only answered six out of maybe thirty questions to my utmost eagerness to graduate and to leave my dreaded subjects behind wasn't really much of a party but it was a great way to burn myself up and spend the extra adrenaline that was building up inside me... oh the endeavors of the pot valiant youth of today!!!!
MAN! WHAT A DAY! Take care y'all (especially Gaile na may E, my beloved sis). Capish?
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