Expect the unexpected. My freshie experience in a nutshell…
Ever since I could remember, I’ve always wanted to go to the University of the Philippines (UP). I wanted to be an engineer like my grandfather. I wanted to go to the alma mater of my parents. I wanted to go to a school of prestige. I knew that I would do everything in my power to get into the university even if I would have to cheat my way in - luckily, I didn’t have to.
Everyone thought engineering was fitting for me. Which one? Idk. I really just thought Hey! I think I should go be an engineer like my grandfather! If he can do it, I can too! People agreed that I could do it. They would push me towards the idea that I would be an engineer. It showed in a way. I did well in my math classes and I was consistently in the advance math and science classes in my whole stay in high school. I would pass my classes with little or no effort at all but if I do make an effort the result is amazing! But I’ve always been lax because I realized that if I work on this project this way, I would have the same score with someone who has created a greater amount of effort. So, in a way, I made it an idea that I could do things perfectly fine without having to stress out about it.
Since I didn’t feel stressed at all, I thought maybe I should try to make things more challenging and join the choir? My choir experience was my defining moment then. It was something different definitely and there were a lot of challenges in the way and I actually discovered how making an effort really helps. But still, the effort wasn’t exactly great because I still in a way excelled in it. I had an amazing performance during my last two years in high school. Joining choir competitions and placing then making songs for school performances and actually performing then on stage while maintaining a superior mark in my academics. So yes, you could say that I was somehow lazy because I thought things were easy. I thought things would just come to me because I thought I had an amazing gift no one else would have. I thought I was the best at singing. I thought - well not really the best but - I was pretty good at my math classes making me worthy of being an engineer. And yes, you could somehow say I was pretty cocky but for sure I wanted people to know that I’m not.
Another defining moment of mine was when I accepted in all the universities I applied in including UP. Getting accepted in one university was one thing but getting accepted in all campuses would get them talking. I didn’t want to say that I expected it but somehow I wanted it. Getting accepted in UP meant the world to me but then there was the “Dream school or dream course” problem. Honestly, it really got me thinking but I ended up staying with the university I’ve always wanted.
Before even being officially an Iskolar ng Bayan, I have discovered this thing called Organizations. It is defined differently from where I came from but no matter, I didn’t exactly see that point of it then. I just thought that they were helping me through my process and I might as well be thankful people are there to help me especially since I’ve been in the same school for 13 years I dont exactly know what to do in a new school. I met new people, made new friends and learned a couple things in the process. I was thinking this isn’t as hard as I thought it would be and I would be fine. I spoke too soon.
I had the freedom to take any class I wanted at any time slot if available. I loved the freedom. That was what I wanted actually. And I thought that UP would be the one to give me the freedom that I’ve always wanted. I was right. I did have the freedom. I got my classes and my schedule. My parents let me commute to school [and that definitely was an experience] but most importantly, I had Janina to be with my everyday of my life that 1st semester. Can you imagine? We got the partial block but she and I are classmates in EVERYTHING. Not even the full block people has that chance to be classmates with everyone.I was so thankful that I had her as my companion as I go through that overwhelming 1st semester.
There were a lot of bumps on the way. Some highs and some lows. I lost friends and gained more. But I definitely learned a couple of things in this first year of mine.
- I learned that I’m not as good as I think I am and even if I am good someone would definitely be better than me - I cant always be on top.
- I discovered the Science High School kids who were supposed to be geniuses in the classes that I too were to take. [Honestly, in a school that only accepts the best, I felt really stupid]. They really intimidated me and honestly, I blamed them for my inabilities. The way they pick up things real quickly, I had to work double time and I didn’t like the idea of being pulled back. But you know some of them are actually really good friends of mine. They like the things I like. They do the things I do. They aren’t robots after all but I didn’t mean that in an offensive way believe me.
- I learned that there are different kinds of people everywhere. I mean it is a given that the world has a variety of people and I have accepted that before. But, in this university, I learned how to truly accept these people. I very much appreciate the variety of people that I consider as friends. They bring color to my life no matter how cliche it sounds.
- Knowing about these different people, I realized how old I actually am. My batchmates are most likely younger than me if not of the same age or slightly older. That made me feel really insecure of myself and I thought to myself that I wasn’t exactly good enough. But they made me realize that indeed age doesn’t matter when it comes to success. It is the effort you make and the experiences you have.
- I learned that you could make friends everywhere! Well, for me that is since apparently I’m a very friendly and outgoing person. I have the most interesting friends and I have had so many wonderful experiences with them throughout the year. I joined an org. They helped me through my 1st year. I made friends from people in my org. In my classes. I’ve riden in people’s cars. I’ve had the most interesting conversations with people. Some of my friends saw me at my best and at my worst. I love my high school friends honestly. They still truly are my friends forever. The people I would always tell my stories of this or what not and I know they wouldn’t judge me but if they do it’s for the better but I would definitely have to say my college friends have given me so many things to remember. Our little moments together no matter how spontaneous it is and it usually is spontaneous. They’re all wondering which brings me to my next number.
- I learned to appreciate the little things. Like what I said earlier, I’ve met a variety of people. Some making me feel like I lack things and making me insecure of myself but some making see the beauty this life brings. I have been enlightened in so many ways. My eyes have been opened to different opportunities and some even opened my eyes to things I never thought I would be good at. Also, during my travels, I learned the true value of money. I learned the value of time. I learned that for some people this may not be much but for others it’s worth everything. Me being a commuter has made me stronger in so many ways, it is as if college life is just a side knowledge of what I actually learn as a commuter. Because, as I commute, I actually see the reality of life unfold before me.
- I discovered boys. Yea I know sorry but I really have to bring this up. Being in an all-girl school for 13 years and not exactly being the social being that I am supposed to be, I have never really got to meet guys in my age range that are not my relatives or are not the kids of my parents’ friends. The university accepts boys and girls so imagine how awkward I would be since I have NO IDEA how to interact with them then. Honestly, this was my number one problem. This interaction thing was making me crazy which goes to the next thing I learned/my next experience.
- Feelings suck. HAHA! Kidding! Well, I’ve encountered a number of boys, even more than my whole 13 years in high school. I’ve realized that there were some guys that were likable. Some really disgusting. Some pretty amusing. Some very likable if you get me. Here are some guys that I actually liked this year. Guy One: During the first sem I actually liked this guy. I blogged about him one time or two. He was my classmate in one of my classes and I swear to you back then I thought that I was in love with. Oh wow how I was wrong. Thinking about it now makes me think. What the heck was I thinking? But it was honestly a fun experience. You know the feeling that since he was technically my first guy crush, all these emotions are so new to me like I cant exactly decipher what I was feeling. You should know that I did like him but prolly not as much as I thought so then. I actually got turned off by him. Why exactly? Honestly, I dont know. I just did. Like I just suddenly stopped liking him. Maybe because I started liking Guy Two: He’s Mr. Cool. People like him and I know a lot believe me. He’s somehow a bad boy if you could say so. I know him because he and I applied for the same org and also we have one class together but he doesn’t exactly attend the class since attendance is optional. We would hang out whenever there would be those events. He got me to start doing things I probably would know I’d be doing. Do I blame him for making me do them? Somehow yes but I dont put the blame on him completely since I allowed myself to but I guess it’s nice to associate something with him so I could remember him somehow even though it’s somehow bad? Haha! Guy Three: A lot of people likes this guy. He’s not exactly the most appealing of them all but he is very charming and witty. I didn’t get why girls liked him so much. He was in my class but I never really noticed him. Until I really met him at this one party. We were both supporting our friend’s event. That night we were properly introduced and that’s how we somehow got close in a way. I guess you could say that was the night I liked him. I didn’t exactly have close encounters with him after that since the sem was about to end then. The most significant moment I had with him was when I went to a friend’s debut and he too was her friend. We talked that night, he was tipsy/drunk but whatever. He talked about his complicated relationship with this girl while I talked about my almost relationship with someone. Then he told me You are the coolest girl I’ve ever met. I dont know if he meant them in any way but those words still stuck with me because that was probably one of the most flattering thing anyone has ever said to me. I still sort of like him but I guess I know things wouldn’t really work out and finally here’s Guy Four: This guy was probably the most unexpected one. I shall create a separate post of my encounters with him but actually I have blogged about him before if you want to backtrack. This one is the most unexpected one of all and probably the most emotional I have ever been. It’s like I cant exactly explain what’s going on. I dont know what he thinks and actually of all the guys I’ve listed down this is the guy who probably means the most to me. Maybe because I’m currently liking him and that when you’re emotional you could tend to be very biased but still. Idk. My experiences with him seem surreal but legit. I actually felt hopeful with him. He actually made me feel special but again it may just be biased. Enough with the boys and on with the more important things. Haha!
- The one thing I learned so far this first year of mine is that: To fail is normal and that you’d have to accept and act accordingly. I have never failed when I was in high school. I never had a failing mark on my card. I never made an effort then but I expected a good result anyways. College made me learn the true meaning of learning from your mistakes and it wasn’t exactly pretty. Here I realized that not putting your everything into something would not bring you anywhere at all despite all intentions. I encountered some troubles 1st sem but passed anyways literally on that mark of passing and still had a laude standing. 2nd sem was an entirely different thing. This was a semester filled with so many emotions. I cried a lot. I got depressed a lot. But I was the happiest this sem and probably the most free. But still, this was when I truly felt the culture shock. I failed my 1st exam in Chem and I learned that even tho they said the class was relatively easy you still had to make an effort. I practiced long and hard for the the next 2 long exams and passed them. Because of my failure in the 1st long exam, I had to take finals. I regret really for not passing at the very least during that exam but what’s done is done and at least I learned from there to work hard no matter what for something. But that’s nothing compared to my Physics 71 and Math 53 experience. I failed all 3 long exams for Physics 71. At first it was because of my lack of practice. I didnt know what to expect. I didnt exactly know what was going on and honestly, I didnt know what I was doing. 2nd long exam I took long nights but still nothing. Same with the 3rd exam. It was depressing knowing that I put so much effort into trying to do achieve something but not get it. Maybe it’s because I didnt learn it right. Maybe I was doing something wrong. I needed a specific grade in my finals to actually pass the class. This time I really practiced. I took the time to study everything and the result? I passed the finals! An unexpected thing for sure. It wasnt enough for a passing mark but I was just thankful that I passed. At least I knew that I did something right for a change. I got a 4 that time. But when I checked the percentage it was close enough but not quite for a 3. It turns out my professor missed out on a grade in my list. Because of that my percentage was higher and it was good enough for a 3 so I passed. Very thankful for that. Finally, Math 53. Same thing. I failed some exams. I passed some. But this was really hard for me because it was completely different from what I’ve learned before. Something entirely different. I had to start from scratch with this one and honestly, I didnt know how. I got a 4 in Math 53 and I just took the removals exam earlier. I practiced long and hard for this one because I know I get it but I just dont understand why I lose it once I’m there. You could say I’m really nervous. I was really. Now, I’m just hopeful because I know I did my best with this one. I worked so hard but if I dont get this. Then I guess I’ll have to work harder then. But you could say that this is probably one of the most important things that I have learned: If you want something, you’ll have to work hard for it. And when they said work hard, heck they meant it.
Freshie year was definitely an experience. When things happen, I would probably look back and think, it was so much easier back then, since I know from now on things would be harder. At least now, I know that I do have to make an effort. I shouldnt be lax. I shouldnt think that things would come to me. If I really want something, I would have to go after it but learn how to balance things in the process. You could say that I’m actually learning how to live.