corridors to highway

A few days ago, I was in school,walking down the hallway, I see young people of my age and then I realize that just a few montahs ago, we were in this situation. We used to sit on the corridors, reading, reviewing, and cramming our notes. Everyone was so busy, all we talked about was school, the things we need to do, our requirements, our projects, our instructors, how difficult it was, how amazing and tiring our experiences and most especially when are we going to have our vacation!! Now that we are graduates, most of us have barely anything to do. This is again yet another period of adjustment, a time for fresh graduates like me, to know what we really want, to have a contingency plan, with whatever we are about to pursue and to explore the world and expose ourselves towards the new chapter of our lives.

 Since I had to complete a few more hours in school, I was attending classes with the graduating class . At first, I felt so lazy going to class in view of the fact that I thought it was going to be boring. In class, I was listening to the Instructor, not because I was interested with the topic, but because I wanted to assess myself, whether I’ve learned something from school..... Most students will complain about their instructors being so strict, giving difficult quizzes and giving an immense bulk of the subject matter. Surprisingly, I remember a lot (not what I expected!) Going through these classes again made me realize that, indeed I have learned so many things, I never thought that I could grasp a great amount of information, I still remember most of the topics that they taught us and now I am very much thankful to all our teachers who have been patient and intense in training us. And though I may have seen my college life as the most tragic event in my whole existence, I’m still grateful to what I have learned and experienced. For me the greatest part of college was being close to my group mates slash&or classmates, we supported each other and we had good memories together. All of them knew how much I wanted to get out of college; they know how much I dint like our course. Now that it’s over, all will serve as good memory, and now it’s time for me to discovr my potentials and what I really want.

At the veranda, I met a girl and her name is Irish, she is a freshman in the school of nursing. First thing she asked was “is it difficult?”  Well, most people would really ask that since our college was known to have high standards. I told her that, it depends upon the person, no matter how hard you are working and you don’t like what you are doing, everything would be like a burden and it gets worse, feeling like every day is a torture. On the other hand, if you like what you are doing, no matter how hard it is, you would still enjoy, making it seem like everything is so easy thus putting aside all the difficulties you have gone through.

On school days, we were allowed to wear the most “decent” street clothes. Before, I used to wear high heels in school, even if our classroom is at the 5^th floor, even more so there were no elevators in the building. I always have fun dressing up, even if it takes me hours in the morning, luckily, I still manage to be very early in school.  There were times that I felt like, whenever I wear something very different,( maybe I’m  just imagining this but) I think people are scrutinizing me, but this didn’t stop me. I know I couldn’t please everyone, but at least I tried and I was able to show myself through what I am wearing. In times, I can go from absolutely “girly”, matching it with sky high heels to absolutely “simple/dancer/boyish” type, pairing it off with good old sneakers. Like in the photo, I’m wearing black jeans, white printed shirt, a white standing collar jacket and my super high cut sneakers. With this outfit, we are sure to look like tough girls who are ready to kick some A*S ;)