College Life

I've recently just posted a bulletin at Friendster about College Life. It made me think, after browsing through the post of one of my batch mates in HS, that HS seemed more fun and College seemed more real. I agree. I mean, when we were in HS it was like overflowing with exuberance every time. I remember one point in time when I played sick just so I could go to the clinic and stay there for a while so I won’t have to attend Filipino class with Gng. De Vera. All those silly things I did back then, which I thought were OK at that time. But then I was always scared. I was scared not to be able to engage in class discussions or even afraid to speak out. I was scared to be absent again and suffer its consequences. I was scared to even talk to my seatmate and scared that I would get a failing mark, again. In college, you are on your own. Sometimes you’re not afraid at all. It is at this time when you try things you were curious of back in HS. Life was different because you are dealing with friends who come from everywhere and that you need to establish an identity. You can live your way out of HS with just the same friends you had over and over again. In college, it hurts when one of you is left behind or if one decides to shift courses. It hurts when you’ve worked your butt off and you can never negotiate with your professor. What’s done is done.

But then again, I miss HS life. I miss my friends and that time at graduation when everyone was crying. I miss those friends whome i thought were for real but just plain synthetic. I miss my teachers who, in one-way or another, had to kiss my ass, when I struggled to kiss theirs.

Anyway, the clash is always immemorial.