I entered college way back year 2005 (there’s a ‘5’ at the last digit of that year) and during that time I never thought that I would even go to school since it was cleared to me that my family is not financially capable to support my studies. My Lola Emy adopts me for a while to help my family by supporting me on my education. She encouraged me to take the PUPCET (Polytechnic University of the Philippines College Entrance Test) at PUP Taguig. Unfortunately I didn’t passed the exam but since my grandmother was very eager to put me in that university, she arranged some papers in Taguig Municipal Office when she heard from one of her employees about the offer to study the “One year course in Office Management” (that time, this is only available in PUP Taguig). I got in and for me it’s a good opportunity so throughout the year I really worked hard and in the end, it paid off because I graduated with the average of 1.8. It’s good news that resulted to good news because I am qualified to take any four year or five year course in this university.
Fast forward to enrollment; all of my classmates in Office Management were falling in line outside the registrar’s office and there are some rumors that most of the courses have no available slots already. When I heard it of course I panicked but I still believe that I am destined for this. So I entered the office (with bullets of sweat on my forehead) and gave a piece of paper that shows my average grade.
Here’s my talk with Ma’am Tataro, our Registration Officer.
Ma’am Tataro: “There are only three courses available; One slot left for BS Mechanical Engineering (5 year course), lots with BS Entrepreneurial Management, and some more in Bachelor in Office Administration, what course do you want to enroll?”
Me: Paused for a moment. “Isn’t there any slot in BS Information Technology?”
Hey, I really like that course so you can’t blame me to ask about it. :P
At that moment I feel sad but I asked again.
Me: “Is BSEM near to BSIT in any aspect or philosophy?”
MT: “No, they are too apart.”
Since I don’t want to take BSME because it’s not what I want and I also don’t want to take BOA since it is much related to Office Management, then I take BSEM.
Upon enrollment, I show the stab that was given to me from the registrar’s office to the guard on the gate that gives the enrollment form with the control number on it and the guard warned me that they won’t give another form if I mistakenly fill it up, so I better be careful. And that control number became my student number which is 06-000422.
Before I graduated in college, I play with my student number, I add them, first the 422 + 6 = 428, and if you add this tree digit number 4 + 2 + 8 = 14, and lastly to get a single digit number add 1 + 4 and it is equaled to 5. Nice huh?
Here’s another thing, I finished my college after 5 years (not included the 1 year office management ‘cause that’s not a bachelor degree) because I spent 1 year in BSEM and since I really pursued on the course that I really want, it took me 4 years in BSIT.
Now, here’s the only hate relationship I can think of with the number five. I don’t want to have 5.0 on my summary of grades and thank goodness I haven’t got one.
Right now, I am 22 years, three months, and 20 days oldJ. I just got inside the house of course I’m from the outside because I played with my niece Aiah, he is three years old. While I was after him he asked me to catch a dragon fly while he was riding on his cute little blue bike. As I was trying to catch one I’ve noticed that there’s some things I can do easily when I was a year older at his age than now that I’ve grown up, and one of it was catching a dragon fly. I remember when I was young, in the farm of my grand father, me and my elder brothers used to catch a maximum of two dragon flies each of us, holding it on their wings using the thumb and the index finger, one on the right hand and another on the left hand. And when we’re trying to catch one and we don’t like one of us to catch a single we sing “tutube, tutube huwag kang magpahule sa batang mapanghe” (it’s funny when I was reminiscing it.) I don’t know how to sing it in English but it means ‘dragon fly, don’t let the child that smells like pee to catch you.’ Now that I remember it, its kind a weird because they actually don’t smell like that, just to tease probably. I always like the blue dragon fly since I thought before that they are rare, but actually not, and braver than the green one. After catching it, since our hand are naturally oily the wings of the dragon fly sticks with our finger, and when you try to free them and let them fly, they will not because, maybe, their wings are heavy or something like damaged. When we are tired of holding them, we will get a string, the one that usually used in clothes, and tie up its back, I don’t know how exactly they call it because we’re not after studying its parts but we call it tail. Then we will put it on a plant and watch them try to fly, when they do we pull the string and put them again on the plant. And when we got bored we hold them again on their wings make them kiss and made them eat each other. I know what you’re thinking, yes, we’re somehow brutal but I think dragon flies are cannibals in the way that they eat their own kind… evil LOL… Sometimes when we are not in the mood of doing that we pick any kind of leaf or flower then we feed the dragon flies, that’s the boring part because they won’t eat until their heads got twisted and dislocated from their body because of too much force we put upon pushing the leaf to their mouth repeatedly. And now we’re bad… After doing things like that we let them fly but the dragon fly can’t because they’re half dead… T_T so sad…
After telling that story of how we play with the dragon fly, I’d rather not to catch one again because: first, as of now, I can’t and it’s hard to do so, its kind a awkward as well; second it might lessen their specie , I’m afraid that, maybe, the time will come that I can’t find a single dragon fly in our backyard; third, now that I’m older I feel pity for them so I’ll just let them as free as they are.
Trying to do things like that now that I’m considered as young adult, it made me remember my childhood, it made me realized that there were things you can do and can’t do when you are younger as well as you grow older. Though you can try to do it again, there were things that cannot be as good as before and the way it was done. The only thing remains is the memories of how you made it in that time of your life.