Mayoomi Consuelo Muñez, 16.
Yesterday was my high school graduation day. It still took me by surprise how all of those years where you built friendships, bonds, and a whole version of yourself will be wipe away by one ceremony.
How stupid is it? The thought ran in my head the whole graduation day. We literally practiced for a week, got all dressed up just to be covered by a piece of cloth that we borrowed and should be returned the next day, and forcefully clap on a scripted program.
BS.
But, no. Yesterday was not my graduation day. Today is actually my first day of college. I had no sleep last night, just like whenever I get too excited. Mainly because I got no clue what awaits in the remaining hours of the day, there was an unsettling feeling that stayed in my stomach through the night.
But then again, nope. A week has passed through college and so far, meh.
My brain would automatically repeat all those important parts that happened every time I wake up from sleep. Maybe it's my way of reminding myself about how I got myself to where I am today so I won't be lost on what I'm supposed to be at the moment. Or maybe, I'm just plain crazy.
I got no friends. I even crawled myself to this college since, apparently, no one wants to accept me. I've been through a lot of programs, asking if they have a slot. Failing the entrance exam definitely made it a nightmare. Deans would be enlightened at first 'til they go through my files. I've got at least five mean glares from different deans in different colleges.
Who would have thought getting in a state university could be this devastating? At that time, I just wanted to get in. regardless of the course.
Being somebody who's done art all her life, to be rejected from an art program was like a punch from the gods. However, I got no time to whine.
Then finally, I got accepted in this technology course. Computer technology something. The dean, without a doubt, was a joke. He literally gave me a form and I fill it up longer than he had to type my name in the list of students enrolled. Jokes could also be blessings, I guess.
Still, even with all those flashback running in my mind every morning, I don't have a single clue on what I'm doing, where I'm at, and why.