How ironic to think that during the last day, of my last year, and my last moment in high school, I was madly, evidently, and irrevocably afraid for all the endless posibilities of getting a failing grade, malevolent blockmates, and worse, indifferent professors. Not just that, adding to the pessimistic perspective I have in mind is the fact that the university I'm currently enrolled in is quite far from where I live, and travel time would normally take 1-3 hours especially when there's a heavy traffic. All of these negative thoughts turned to a change of pace.
Do you want to know why? It's simply because I was able to adapt to the changes around me. At first, I was degrading myself. I think that I don't really deserve, or belong there. However, as time goes by, I coped up and fancied the idea of waking up around at 5 am, in order to attend classes aministered by my (I thought they were monsters) enthusiastic and prominent professors. They were very understanding. As for my blockmates, I can describe them with one word: crazy. All of them are very optimistic and approachable. Even if we have problems in the class, we just laugh it out and solve it when we can. Moreover, they were likewise competitive in a good way when it comes to academic performance but instead of putting each other down, we work hand-in-hand to raise each other up. College life, at first, might have been a culture shock, but once you start to feel that you actually belong and that despite your unique characteristics and abilities, you can still consider yourself relative to one another. I do hope that my college life will continuously remain like this. ♥
