2011 was a whirlwind.
It was debut year, and I had thought it would be just another birthday, only this time, it would be much fancier. And, of course, I would be legal.
But 2011 (and 2012) brought a lot of changes. Some good, some bad. I will forever remember 2011 as the year I went to Paris. My love for traveling, and for things European will never change. 2011 was also the year I wore (and bought) dresses. Though I admit I felt okay with it, you will still never catch me wearing a dress unless required. My shirt-jean-chucks trademark is still the same as ever.
2011 was the year I got drunk. Yes, on alcohol. That experience will forever be in my mind (no matter how hazy the memory is) and with that, I say goodbye to hard drinks forever.
2011 was the year that I finished my first research proposal together with my partner, Miggy. It seemed so long ago and yet it has only been months since then. After that, Maui, Yanna, Miggy and I started a tradition of eating out to celebrate the end of the semester. Last sem, it was at Chocolate Kiss Cafe. This year, just earlier today, was at Peanut Butter and Co.
2011/2012 was the year when I’ve finished two research papers - one qualitative and one quantitative - in one semester. I am so proud of my CommRes batch for all that we have accomplished. Here’s to more sleepless nights and fun moments with you :)
2011 was the year I realized how shallow and ignorant I was. During summer, I took CWTS-ARTSTUD. My professor was a hardcore activist, and she actually required us to attend the May 1 rally. At first, all I worried about was that it would be very hot, and my skin tone will never even out then (How girly.) But then I started to listen to the plight of the people. And I got outraged at how unfairly they were being treated, and how the media downplays everything and warps our minds thinking that all rallyists will ever be are noisemakers and causes of traffic. And then, I was saddened by the thought that these realizations will only be recognized by the few. And that if I wasn’t in UP, I’d still have the same elitist mindset.
2011 was the year I became the Assistant Director of Research and Academic Training Team of UP MCO. I was really confused, and honestly, a bit scared at first because I thought I really couldn’t handle the responsibilities, and I didn’t want to disappoint my UP Family. My director and the ALPHA MALE (HEHE), Kuya Ericson said he saw something in me (THIS TUMBLR! @-) ) and thought that I had the potential… hmmm. Well, in 2012, I became the new Research and Academic Training Team Director of UP MCO. Thank you for all the support :)
Actually, this deserves another paragraph. Haha. A big part of my sophomore year was with my UP Family. UP MCO changed me for the better, and still continues to do so. I met people I would never have dreamed of meeting, much less talk to. I became more aware of the current issues and affairs in the country and in media, things that I used to consider boring because I was never a fan of politics and the like. I became more confident and learned how to speak my mind. I learned to be more responsible, and exert 110% in everything I do.
… I learned a lot. My org changed me, the little Catholic school girl whose main interest was reading books and day dreaming. I still love reading books and day dreaming, and I will forever be a Catholic school girl. But I learned that you can be many things, and that there’s so much more to life than living in your little bubble of comfort. And for that, I thank you, my UP Family, and so this year, I will give back to you.
School year 2011-2012 was a year of change. A shift of priorities, even. But what I didn’t like was that I was too engrossed in academics and org work that I feel as if I’ve neglected my relationship with my family and friends who have continued to be supportive me even though I sometimes only come home to sleep or missed replying to their messages. This summer is for them.
And to end this post, Sophomore year was the year that led me back to God again. I admit that in my first year of UP, I have oftentimes forgotten to pray at night, or my mind would fly during homily. I guess that after years of being in a Catholic school, I was blindsided by the shift in my routine and fascinated by the ‘many ways of thinking’ that I’ve forgotten what was most important. But God finds a way. And in moments of extreme anxiety, I found my way back to Him. :)
Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. Romans 12:2
Sophomore year brought so many changes. You were a revolution.