Hello again.

I still hate endings.

An Eng 10 classmate was laughing her head off one time she talked about how freshies always are - they bring cameras during last class meetings, ask for classmates' phone numbers, and then say things I myself have come to realise are most likely not to happen - "Sige, txt-txt na lang."

I've laughed at freshies myself. I've laughed at things I did when I was a freshie. But look at me now - I'm planning to wear red on Friday. I'm marking my calendar for an eatout with Soc Sci 3 classmates. I'm making a list of what to do during sembreak, and the excitement I feel just because of the mere thought that I'll be doing what I want in a few days is half of that last week.

I was compiling reading and bluebooks and handouts Sunday night. It always feels good to look at how much you've read by the time you reach the end of the sem. But more than the pride a thick pile of papers and a number of ugly bluebooks can give is a memory in each page. Like a joke of a prof. Or a witty remark of a classmate. Or an outpour of mercy, marked by a strike of genius, which is in reality, just a red line. My Stat 101 prof's remark on my bluebook still sells, not to mention humbles (or, uh, humiliates! Haha!) - "Wag pahirapan ang sarili."

Even Bea wants to watch High School Musical 3 for closure. Haha! I hope this sem ends with a blast.