Graduation, contrary to what I thought, is not actually ‘the end’ of my college days. After marching on the field of Quezon Hall, I would still need to apply for my transcript of records, diploma, and other papers that will certify that I have beaten the four tedious years of being a UP student. And knowing the UP-style of the phases I have to go through just to acquire all of these, I would just have to say, “Goodluck, Ran.” Haha!
Just to pull off a part of what I am compelled to do, I went back to UP just this afternoon. And I must say that it felt like I went back home. Every step I took in the campus was magical in a sense. I was like a celebrity for excitedly greeting every person I know. If not only because of the odious weather, I could have exhibited the smile on my face the whole time. Too bad the heat was spoiling my delight. But it was nothing compared to the totality of the pleasure I have gained.
I still had to go to Eastwood after requesting for TOR, so I asked Rej to come with me to get a cab. I was not really expecting it (though I was kinda hoping for it), but while waiting under the shed, I had a glimpse of ‘him’ from afar. Oh God! Was he looking at me? I think he was. But why would I be foolish to confirm it? It already ended, Ran. Oh no! How would it end if it has not even begun? Haha! My goodness! I will not dare to make it hard for me again! Anyway…J
UP is not just a university—an academic institution. It will forever be a home where a part of me is molded. Hence, I will incessantly be grateful to UP kong mahal, pamantasang hirang.
One year. Give me just one year. I shall return, UP.
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