Back to reality.

November 13, 2011, Sunday,

Like with everything else in this world, things eventually come to an end. The month-long break from college was mostly what every student asked for after enduring hours of pain from the first semester, but venturing right back to classes, I didn’t know what to feel. Every semester’s a new world now and a new start. It was frustrating at some point since you’ll have to start from scratch again and again, but maybe it was a sign of something unfolding. I’m guessing that it really is time for me to be a wallflower. As I said before, I already have friends, so I don’t need to look for more.

Since a new semester has started, I guess my constant pursuit in finding true love came back once more. I noticed this when I purposely torture myself everyday in walking to my building. Instead of going straight to my building, I always take the long way, hoping that a girl with a yellow umbrella would bump beside at me. I absolutely hate it when I do that to myself, but then again, I’m a hopeless romantic. 

So far, the semester’s fine. Ma’am Guevarra and Ma’am Torralba are my Math professors. This is going to be hell all over again considering the fact that I barely survived Ma’am Guevarra’s class last semester, but oh well, challenge accepted. 

I forgot to mention. I’m joining this literary competition at my university. Whether I win or lose, I’m okay with it; because, it’s the experience that counts. Winning just about sucks the fun out of excelling; because, it deludes the mind of the winner, making him/her think that he/she’s superior from everyone else.