Beginnings

I'm the type of writer that loves making new stories up. Unfortunately, I don't end them very well, most of the times, not even at all. For one thing, ideas just appear in my head that I sometimes forget I'm still working on one of those ideas. I tend to get over excited leading to my messing up of these novel ideas.

Another thing that I am not good at in this field is beginnings. I like new beginnings but I hate ending some things. It is actually a fact that for every new beginning there is an end. But sometimes, I can't accept the idea that I have to end something to begn anew. Its a bit cliche-ic but it's also well too sad.

It's been like 8-9 months already since the last school year and I've been missing my high school class and schoolmates. Our school is a bit smaller compared to others, probably why people tend to know you. It's not like I want to brag, actually I do, but most of the students in my high school knew me. Probably because my banners were always around the school (I've been a legend of journalism in our school, as I like to think so) or probably just because my goofyness and stupidity are hard to ignore. I was a combination of being a geek and a jock.

Anyways, the graduation was the hardest part for me. It was a punblic program so I tried to hide my crying. That didn't go well when my classmate at that time, Cyres Nokomis, hugged me. You could say I burst like a water balloon.

I really miss my high school friends... The Bulilit Boys, our very own barkada or group of friends, was the most memorable part of my high school life. Why wouldn't it be? It was a perfect retreat from the social robots for me. We were all guys, had the same passions, and we knocked each others' senses most of the time. It was fun.

Then there were the hotties. Man, how I miss the hotties. Most of the hotties in high school, I could approach since our high school was small. Pretty, pretty girls. That's also one of my favorite things in our small town of Aklan. Man...

So days passed by, weeks, months... I try to adjust to my degraded life in Iloilo, a City/Province in the Philippines, but I just can't forget my previous life. I could say things were different back then because I was as frank and critical as I could be. In this reality, I'm as meek as a two-year old Eskimo baby. That sure made a whole lot of difference in my life.

I passed UP Manila's and UST's College Admission Tests. Both are top universities in the Philippines which are both found in our capital, Manila. The funny thing is I chose to stay here in the Visayas, in Iloilo to study at West Visayas State University. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against the school since it's a remarkable school when it comes to the field of Nursing but... Me, Nursing? The first time I heard that, I burst out laughing. I hate helping strangers, I'm not a good samaritan. I don't have the patience, the guts, and the resourcefulness to nurse someone back to health yet here I am. Man, this is weird. And I only took those three College Admission Tests.

I wanted to take up Journalism or Literature in UST or UP Diliman but I made a promise to my late aunt. She wanted me to take up a Medical course and I'm living her dream. What a load of crap... No offense to my aunt but I really don't have the heart for this. Just my luck.

So for a couple of months I became insane and disturbed. I was like a gothic emo for those months, sheesh! I got into fights with my buddies and was a bit melodramatic. Was that weird...

I really have to thank Kristopher King and Immanuel Samuel and Cyres Nokomis for keeping me company during those crazy months. Damn. King and Cyres were high school buddies but I.S was a grade school friend.

Fortunately for me, I was not the only having difficulties in adjusting. Even my friends had their share of insanities.

For one, a friend of mine told me that our old classmate's dad met with his mom. The friend wasn't in the top ten ranking but our classmate was in there. He told me that the dad and his mom were reminiscing about the high school nostalgia of ours. His mom accidentally touched the topic of College Admission Tests. We all knew that this dad's son has tried for many Admission Tests but roughly flunked 5 out of 7 in ratio. I guess the dad was feeling touchy as he told my friend's mom and I quote, "Tis true that College is the test of true intelligence. My son is on the Dean's List."

Say What..? His son is on the Dean's List, I can buy that but college is the true test of intelligence..? Since when is being booksmart true intelligence..? Don't get me wrong but I believe booksmart people are more diligent and hardworking than intelligent. Heck, that's why they read books right?

For one, College is the one time where students help each other to survive and make the grade. Back in high school, competition was adamant. Ummm, Mr. whatever, I would just like to point this out to you: real intelligence is found from the birth of someone. When a person can find apply what he learns in a field or to understand something using his own perception, that is true intelligence. Right?

Man, what a ****ed up dad.