“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.