The CSB Experience 4: Alumnus

Entry #260

Dreams really do come true if you believe…

Sixty frosh articles, a hundred and twenty-six sophomore journals, thirty junior posts and forty-three published senior entries. That made up nearly two hundred and sixty articles that made up the lifeline of The CSB Experience.

Starting out as my way to document my early days as a college student about to enter a world I will only be in for once in my lifetime, my journals became my companions as I headed the highs and lows of college life. Writing whatever was in my mind and in my heart helped cope with the pressure of doing good and staying sane amidst the difficulties that college life brings.

2 weeks after graduating, I’m in the middle of a transition, moving on to the real world and leaving behind what was once my life for 17 years.

Seven years in St Mary Montessori Learning Center, a year and a quarter-year in Haycock Elementary School, five years in Saint James Academy and four years in De La Salle-College of Saint Benilde. Every single year I spent in the schools I’ve attended I will cherish forever and always.

Growing up, I always have a dream that eventually turned into something else. I always dream of being someone that my family would be proud of. Someone that people would look up to. Someone who can be something for the greater good.

I’m hardheaded yet weak. I’m weak yet strong. I’m ordinary but special. I always fear that I could mess up a good thing, I fear that I could lose the friends I hold dear because of my actions. But I learned what life taught to me: Accept my weaknesses and cherish my strengths. I’m not perfect and no way will I ever be. But I am strong in ways that I can be myself, that I can do something that will certain to leave a mark. I could be soft-spoken but my mind tends to do the talking.

My teachers, my classmates, my colleagues, my friends, my family. All of them helped out on bringing me to where I am. And for that, I will always and forever be grateful.

I always thought college is going to be especially hard but in reality, I was able to coast-along the bylines, do my thing, work things out and finally rise up to that stage to get that diploma (even if it was fake).

The moment I received my alumni card, I knew that my life as a student is long over. I should get over it and move on. I’m still in relative limbo as I continue to search for my first job, to start make a living for myself and to give back to my parents who gave their all to me and to my siblings.

It’s funny that being the third child, I was the second to graduate, and the first male to finish college in the family. My kuya still has to accomplish defending his thesis and hopefully follow up in my footsteps sometime this year. Jorge still has at least  four more trimesters to go before he too will go to that stage and get his own diploma.

I know that there’s still a lot that life has in store for me, and I will be there to face them until I breathe my last breath.

The End of the Experience

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