making it good for memories.

I just finished reading Lean’s entry today. His thoughts on his last year in college, on leaving his family again, on returning to a gloomy Baguio, on what has happened throughout the years, on the idea of ending, is just depressing. His is not that different to mine. It’s my last year in college and there’s that subtle pressure of making it good for memories. It forces me to pause, think, and sigh. Like every good thing, you just can’t help but wish it wouldn’t stop.

It’s depressing too that this is a depressing entry. Emo, at best. With the weather outside and the silent room behind me and this computer, being emo is the default mood for writing. I haven’t finished enrolling yet. This means that today, there’s a high chance to see friends, blockmates, coursemates, even random individuals that I seem to see often, again.

Last year. I’m now counting down the days that I’ll be able to see these faces again within UP. I’ll definitely miss CAL, DECL and the staff that makes it one of best departments in Diliman, my English professors, the Institute of Creative Writing, the Creative Writing professors that I have had, FC and our nook in Galeria 2, random instructors/professors that I love even if I haven’t been under them, classmates turned friends, the CAL librarians, who for the most part are still capable of being nice, our ever loving CAL guards Mang Boy and Mang Amor, Magdangal, Katag, even the chickens! And yes, including Debsoc.

I need to be happy. I have two full semesters ahead of me. This is my last year. I’m clashing head-on. Let’s all make it good.