I don't want to be teary on Graduation Day

…but just thinking of all the the things that has happened that will eventually bring me to this fateful day is a nice brew of nostalgia.

I can still remember how i got admitted to my college. I was asked to wait in the long line of applicants for an interview. I was hoping hard that i’d get in so i need not enroll for the unaccessible school. Half-asleep and too early, i was sitting by the corridor of the school with my father waiting for the results. I couldn’t bring myself to look at the list until my father looked through himself and told me I just passed with the familiar grin on his face. He was more glad. The date was May 23. The number I then considered as my luck. The day that I knew where it’ll all start. My birthday. 

It was first year when everything was awkward. I can’t seem to know where to go. First years seems to stick together a lot because they’re afraid to lose each other. So weird how i think way back, i was so ignorant to the the course i just took. Thus, the awkward. 

The second year was the year i started to realize what rode i just took. It means blood, needles and pain. I feel weak with blood especially if its mine. I’m not scared of needles but thinking of it going into my body is another thing. And the pain, it was the awful part when we needed to practice injecting our group mate to pass our subject. Then again, I can still remember the colorful anatomy books and the coloring book that comes with it. I missed it for some reason.

Third year was the part where I was all enthusiastic with the hospital and what says on our books. I was at peak of learning new things. I looked forward to duty days than school days. Duty days were always fun because i belonged to an awesome group. This was also the year when Thursdays turned into “Tears-day” because our minds were all bleeding during such day. On this single day every week, we tackle 7 concepts, one professor each, every hour. It was exhausting and brain-wrecking. There are days our batch turn out to be walking zombies as we move one room to another for each concept because each of our professors gives an exam or recitation all at the same time. Imagine our minds cramped every single week. Even if this year has given me lots of sleepless nights and headaches, i missed it a lot. 

Right now, I’m on my last weeks of being a college student. The final exams is just so near. I feel goosebumps again. I can’t believe it. One more duty schedule, a few more weeks to go, some strolls and moments i never thought i’d keep, a few more reasons to sit as ducks, waiting, more of insomnia nights, and beads of sweat still on our brows, the day is almost near. 

I’m taking this all in with a smile across my face. 

 *tears. :’)