I feel relieved. If you noticed, I kind of ranted on my irritation on several of my classmate’s attitudes for the past few entries. But that’s it. That’s all I needed to steam off. It’s not like I’m anti-them. Not at all. There’s more to my relationship with my classmates than just that. I just get annoyed a lot of times.

Sorry to those who got ticked off by my comments, even if it was not among my intentions to point them out. I didn’t want to specify the real people behind the words “some classmates”. Oh well, let’s leave it at that.

Some of my classmates have been cynical and skeptical of my choice of courses and college. I hope they could at least realize that not all people are obsessed with money and would want high-paying jobs right after college. I’m tired of hearing, walang pera sa communications courses over and over again. About half or more of my classmates are hoping to enter into business management courses. Speaks very much of them. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but is money the only thing that makes them happy?

Argh. Never mind. I refuse to be put down by people who believe they know much more than they actually do. Really.

The first school day after the UPCAT. Of course, I was expecting my classmates to talk about it more than a few times. I thought they would talk about how either easy or difficult the test was. They did actually. But you know what they mostly talked about? About how some of them had to take the test in un-airconditioned rooms. How most of them had to take the test in cramped up seats. Talaga naman. Most of them don’t want to go to UP anyway, so I’m not wondering why they rather complain about things like those than worry over their chances of passing.

I had to stay after school for a brief editorial meeting. I had to wait for another hour for my mom to pick me up since I was too tired to commute. Good thing I found myself busy with English paper research and drowned myself with books about Marcos in the library. Oh the things I’m interested in… weirdo.

UPCAT yesterday. God, I hope I pass. I don’t know what I’m going to do if I realize I’ll have to stay at the same school for college. Oh please, no. Please Lord, papasahin mo ‘ko!

My mom drove me to UP. On the way, I felt…depressed. The car was tuned to a certain station playing early 90’s music. It made me feel nostalgic to the times when I was a young kid. And then I realized, oh no, I’m going to college. Argh, why am I crying over the departure of younger years. You know that hopeless feeling, that you have no other choice but to surrender to time and grow up.

Oh, I chose Film & Audio-Visual Communications as my course in the application form. So that’s what I’m taking. Apparently, many people change courses after their first year, so… I’m not sure yet.