I also went to UST. I was a included in the TOP 100 there(Psycho and Educ's my course), so my ego needs some calming down then. In case you're wondering, I didn't try for La Salle and Ateneo. I know it would hurt my parent's bank accounts, even with the scholarship. I also thought of future inferiority complexes I would experience there alongside the rich and the famous. I wouldn't risk it.) The UST campus is clean, it's got a mini-mall inside, it's like Glorietta. The environment's more peaceful there. My father's half-thinking to get me enrolled there. Yeah, he saw the facilities. Actually, I had second thoughts, too. But I stuck out to UP till the end. It's my calling. And God knows I worked hard for it.
Argh, the agony. When the results came about, everyone was rejoicing. Most of our batch passed. That is to be expected, of course. ^__^ But then again, some did not. Yet some, still, are hanging by the thread. I'm one of them. I'm a pending case. I mean, i was a pending case. I dunno what I would do. I bid and waited for my time. My application was delayed by a miniscule mentality. Fortunately, I passed in my dream school, University of the Philippines-Diliman, BA Journalism. And I can't believe a couple of principal's signatures almost prevented me from reaching that high.
Right now, i'm not even sure if I would pursue Journalism over Biology, which I passed too. I really like the former. It's my passion, really. But i think my parents are not too happy about it. They want me to be a doctor who would take care of them until they get old. Plus I heard a couple of old women at the bus talking about their sons' courses. One took up nursing, the other computer science. They said that once their sons finished school they would send them to the US or Canada, and when they're forty years old they would be rich, whilst those who would choose to work here would rot. Now I do not dare reprimand them for their crooked unnationalistic mentality, given that they're at their prime and I am just a seed reaching for the zenith, so I just engrossed myself to my thoughts. But they saw me. They even talked to me and recognized that I'm a MaScian. But when I told them my intended course, they didn't even bat an eyelash, as opposed to the gushes and wows that I'm expecting them to utter. I was a little swayed by that. And someone told me that being a Journalist really is a big risk. But what the hell, I love risks.
I'm still confused right now. Really, it's hard to decide. Should I take the course that would give me stability, or the job that I would love even in poverty? Lord, give me a sign.
