twenty-oh-five has been a year of many firsts and changes for me. for twenty-oh-six i'm gonna be different, but still be the same julien everyone knew. maybe i'm just talking about the changes i plan to do at school (like participate in class, stop cramming for exams, etc). but i will.. i'll change. and that is for the better. c",)
college: the major first and change. this year i've finally graduated from my dear alma mater who i stayed with for 11 years, pateros catholic school. when march 29 arrived, i've said goodbye to her and to all of the people i've known from my school and from my hometown, pateros. me graduating signified 2 things: college and me leaving pateros to live in pasig. okay, so june 15 finally came. my first day in college at the royal and pontifical university we all know as UST. for the first time ever since i started going to school, i commuted. when i was still in pateros, PCS was just a few minutes away from home. now i have to ride an FX, the LRT, and finally a jeepney. stupid me; first day of classes i walked from the legarda station to UST via morayta. kamusta naman, haggard to the max na ko when i arrived at school. also, it was a first for me to come home late because the latest time my classes end is 7:00 pm. fast forward na nga! anyway, presently, i have met people and made new friends na (weng! jean! jensen! adie! dhanli! 1CA1! chronicle pipz!). i have also joined a writing guild (CASA Chronicle!);we have also successfully revived the CA publication after being stagnant (parang tubig ah) for years. for the first time i have interviewed a person for my article. i'm proud to be one of the chroniclers when the first issue was released.
i know that i have also changed. back in high school i was known to be the quiet, timid, and demure (!) one. it was hard changing myself back in high school.. in college it was an easy one because i was off to a fresh start. i now try to be more vocal, though one thing hasn't changed.. yet. that is me not raising my hand during class discussions and just waiting for the professor to call me.
mood :: nostalgic.
blaring from the speakers :: kailan.