Second Soliloquy
A journey into the mindscape...
Off To College Soon
My table here at home was a complete mess just a few ours ago, so I decided to do a bit of cleaning. I went through most of the sections, discarding some stuff, rearranging others. Sometimes I would uncover some pretty interesting stuff, like the Freshman Orientation Program folder from first year (I remember wondering how the heck I still had that in there), handouts of short stories from English last year(?), and other stuff.I happened to find a (stained) copy of the rap our section did for the Humanities week. It made me realize that sometimes, things that would look like something to discard have memories loked inside them. Memories that would be long forgotten, had the thing not triggered the recall. I remember going back to the time when we were still practicing, to the time we were already performing in the front lobby. I experienced the feeling of accomplishment, as a section, for winning the contest (the rap was for a contest, by the way).
For a relatively long time, I knew that I was already a graduate of Pisay. It's only now that I actually believed it. My heart finally agreed with my head. The time has come. I'm going off to college now. Truth will not meet as a section anymore, except maybe at reunions and stuff. Batch 05 will no longer be gathering at Pisay (same exception). We're heading in separate directions now, like it or not. Doesn't mean I won't be their friend anymore, though. Right?
