And now I’m all alone again, sitting here
beside this messy mattress. I had been here before and it seems like a short
while when the last time I sat in here. It was in that dry vacation, I wonder
what college looks like and now, a semester is near on coming to an end;
vacation is approaching. I’m here again, here beside the exact mattress, and
yet, it had been a short while.
A brief span of time indeed but comprised
myriads of memories, and I’m excited to unfold it all. It has been a tiring
school year and as I get rid of the anxiety that I have been into inside couple
of months of adventure, I am going to write this reflective review about my
first year in the Polytechnic University of the Philippines.
It is pretty well different from what I had
in high school, its way, way better. It was very unusual. I expected a lot but I
have more than of what I assumed. I never thought before that college is that
fun, great fun. I know those are weak adjectives (no understatement) and just
couldn’t even reciprocate the real feeling I have inside. I couldn’t correlate
much appropriate words to illustrate it right. I feel that I can produce a book
just to narrate all of the most cherished substances and I will never get tired
to tell it all.
I will write all the things I don’t want to forget.
I want to draft again and again all the stuffs that I had encountered. I want
to embed in this critically- written paper all the things that I can’t bring
back, things that mark a certain significance in my life. I want to elucidate
the even the minute articles that I had been through within the ten months. I desire
to see them as a mirror the reflection of all the morals I had learned just to
imbibe it in me. I am going to write this sort of memorabilia to materialize it
all and I will write it now.
Freshman year is truly a short while, but PUP
had given me the most worth while. As I come back on that side of my messy
mattress, my mind get bombarded and is actually going to burst with colorful
streaks of memories flashing back over and over. With the messy mattress, I will
lie comfortably and with my pen and paper, I will write to let those streaks
free. I know it will not take a short while.
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