Saturday, July 13, 2013

HAPPINESS IS YET TO COME.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

                “To be or not to be?” those were the six words that came out from Hamlet’s mouth when he was thinking of something that might change his world, their world. He questions his life, whether to live or not to live? Should he just perish or should he dare to live and suffer from his problems? He is this kind of person who carefully thinks first before he puts it on action, and because of this characteristic he has, it helped him. It helped him a lot especially when he was about to kill his uncle, Claudius, to take revenge for his father’s death.

           I am nothing like Hamlet. I don’t think vigilantly before I do a certain thing. But there came a time when I really do think more than too much, and that was when I was in sixth grade. It was early in the morning that time; I was in our school’s playground. I was seated on a four-seat swing. There were other students, joyfully playing, climbing on the monkey bars, running around the swing where I was seated. I was alone, waiting for my best friend to come and join me there. Then the moment I was waiting for came, she sat beside me, I looked into her face, she looked so lonely, I asked her why but she didn’t utter even a single word, instead, she looked behind her. I also looked behind me, in the same direction where she was looking. I saw my other classmate, I thought he’ll be joining us too, but I was wrong, he only shouted my name. I went closer to him, my best friend followed me, then she held my hand. By the way they acted, I sensed something wrong, they were both not talking. I don’t have a clue about what’s going on. Why were they acting peculiar? I had the urge to ask them why. My other classmate finally answered, “You passed the entrance examination. We both passed. I already know your section. You will be included in the section Oxygen. You and Cher will be classmates again.” After he said that, I had no reaction for few seconds. I was like processing in my mind all the things he said, after I already processed them in my mind. The words that came out from my mouth were, “Really?! How did you.. How did you know?” He replied, “I checked the results a while ago.” From the last statement I’ve heard from him, I already confirmed that I passed the examination. I burst into tears. We were in front of the registrar that time when he told me. I ran quickly, from the front of the registrar to our room. No one was there. I cried and cried there. My best friend then followed me again; she was trying to comfort me and stop me from crying, but she can’t. No matter what she says, I just won’t stop crying. They called my teacher, he’s one of my closest teacher, he’s like a very close friend of mine, I often tell him my problems and secrets, I saw him coming. I ran to him. He asked me why, what was the reason why I was crying, but I can’t tell him the reason why. I can’t speak. So, my best friend told him everything. He tried to make me calm down, he was kinda successful because I calm down. He asked me again, “Why were you crying? Was that tears of joy or what?” I answered him, “I passed the entrance exam, it was not a good news. You know that I don’t wanna go there. I never wanted.” He replied, “It’s gonna be alright. That was your destiny, to go there.” I sighed.

              That afternoon, when I got home, that was the very first thing I told my parents. They were so happy. I saw the joy in their eyes. I can’t help myself from crying. I ran to my room, locked the door, then cried silently. I don’t want my parents to know that I am crying. Again, I cried and cried. I asked myself too, why was I crying? Was that because of fear? The fear that I might fail or the fear that I may not be with the persons I used to be with everyday for about almost half of my life? If those were the reasons, were they enough? Honestly, I am emotionally unstable, I cry even at small things. I kept on thinking about the reason, but my mind’s in a mess. I prayed, I asked God to help me clear my mind because that time He’s the only one who could help me. After praying, I thought of it again, but that time, I thought of it in a different way, in a positive way. The “what ifs” popped out of my mind; what if I’m just being too pessimistic? What if my teacher, parents, and other people that surround me are correct, that it is really for me? What if this school is really for me? What if it’s destined for me? Finally, I cleared my mind and realized that why won’t I give myself a try? Why won’t I try first before thinking of the negative things that might happen?

                The next day, I happily said to my mom that I have made my decision; I will go to that school. And now, I can say that I am so happy with my decision. Words aren’t enough to describe how happy am I with this school. Nothing could be compared to this feeling. This school is really my second home. The persons in this school are my second family. I have learned a lot from the persons in this school. I am very proud that I am a part of this school. There are tough times, yes, but those are obstacles. There is no good story without a villain in it. Those tough times I have encountered are what I consider the villains in my story. I don’t know where I would be right now if I am not in this school because in THIS SCHOOL IS WHERE MY © IS.

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