"Dropped out, burned up, turn my way back from the day." I was contemplating the lyrics of Edwin McCain’s song I’ll Be.
I’m afraid to believe that he’s in a way true. It just seems that when we fall in love, we change consciously or subconsciously for the one we love and yet one way or another still ends up with insurmountable pain.
Love is the slowest form of suicide yet we still hang on to it!
Weeks before quitting my job last May, I got a confirmation letter from UP Diliman stating that I was officially admitted to the College of Masscom, for a masteral program for Media Studies.
I’m back at school and being a student again. While trying to let go of the brouhaha of my last job, I finally found a new environment, my new sanctuary, new home, UP Diliman.
But things have not been all that easy at first. It took me one semester to really adjust and adopt the so-called UP life. I had difficulty finding the buildings; familiarize the ikot and toki jeepney route and the very much different enrollment procedure compared to my past school.
Things went to a different turn when I got hold of my reading lists, report schedule, course requirements etc that’s the only time I took UP seriously.
Reality slapped me in the face, just like that. There have been moments when I ask myself, why do I have to go through this process again? But after awhile, I immediately get back to my senses. As others commented, that it’s just a waste of time nor expensive or even possibly useless in the future. When I decide to be a plain housewife or being a career woman either in advertising or sales.
Though sometimes I think what they say can be true, but deep down I know that I’m doing myself a favor of taking in-charge of my life of doing things that could really make me happy and contented.
Even if I don’t reach the end goal, I’m proud to say that I made steps of reaching anything that I want to be in life. I don’t want to get married or grow old regretting the things I should have done and forever be thinking what might have been. 
