I think Second Year College was a blast. I met the best people. We had the best memories. We were unlimited. We did what we wanted to do. We insisted what we think is fun. We smiled. We laughed out loud. We cried. We did what young people do. We shared our thoughts. We argued. We opened our hearts. We had a good ride. I cannot afford to write about the bad moments because they weren't bad after all because it made us better.
But second semester ended fast. So fast that I can't even believe it happened. Final quizzes, final lab reports, final exams, everything final, saying good bye to all the daily routines we had been doing together and saying good bye to each other - it seemed like it happened all at once.
I failed a subject. The idea of failing the subject killed me.
Summer has always been the best part of my life. It is on this break where I could make it up to all the things that I must do but never did because of school obligations. I had so many plans. Stay at home with my cousins and my brother, go out of town with family, more time for my parents which I always prayed and hoped for, argue with my mother what dress to wear on occasions, hear the stories of my father about the places he had been, overnights with high school buddies, summer camps, be a volunteer at church to teach street kids (I started when I was 14 until now), choir practices and a lot more.
I felt betrayed. Maybe I deserved to fail the subject for some reasons, but to be away from my family, friends and to the kids I have been teaching seemed so wrong. I thought time was corrupted from me.
But I was wrong. I think I had the best summer too :) I met people I never thought I would be with. I learned with them and I had more time for myself (to reflect on everything I did) I had the best teacher. I learned that studying does not require only our brain, we must give our heart on it too. Every weekend, I travel home. I learned to love travelling. We had swimming outing for several times. I joined a summer camp. My brother was a volunteer to teach the kids as my replacement where he enjoyed. I joined choir every Sunday. I went out with mama and papa. I talked about Jesus at church. I watched Game Of Thrones. I read a number of books. I worked out. I gained weight. I ate a lot of isaw. I shared my thoughts to the people close to my heart. I let go of my suppressed emotions. I went out with my high school friends, church mates and my college friends too. I realized my mistakes and learned to accept my weaknesses. I learned to understand that nobody is faultless, that we make mistakes. I have learned that complaining, talking too much, judging, and hating will do no good at all. I learned to love myself and love other people more. I reminded myself about my priorities. I realized that my parents loved Sven and I immeasurably. We may not see it all the time because of our pride but I know that they love and will always love us despite themselves. I felt truly blessed. This break didn't happen the way I expected, but this summer was different. Worth remembering indeed. =)
You are amazing, God. :)
