It's been over a week already yet whenever THE thought of it plops into my head, I cannot help but smile wherever I may be, not caring who the heck I am with (not even if they start thinking I'm a severe mental case). Of course, it did not help that less than 24 hours after I had learned of the great news, I was downed by what my dad calls GI flu, squirming beneath three layers of blankets while nursing a 38 plus degree fever. Now THAT lends authenticity to the phrase "feverish with excitement."
I get to go back online after what seems like eternity (that would be a week), late but still bubbling with excitement that I feel like dousing myself with champagne to get the real feel of it. The feeling is still there and my hands are itching to write about it, to capture a small fragment of my memory and see what that would seem like perhaps ten to twenty years from now.
I made it to the law school of my preference.
I had been frantic about the results as early as a mont after I hurdled the exams. I was haunted by one too many dreams of standing before a long list of names and seeing mine was nowhere to be found on that paper. Two weeks before the results were released, I was already pestering the lady in the law school office as I inquired about the results without even attempting to disguise my voice.
I called on a Wednesday morning of that week and I was told to call again on Friday or Saturday which I did but with negative results. I took a shower before leaving the house and I was feeling knots all over my stomach as I began to indulge in thoughts of not making it to the roster of freshmen. I was successfully distracted the rest of the day as I kept my grandfather company in the hospital...just up until I was through with dinner and I was downing my last slice of watermelon. I checked the website and I seriously felt blood drain from my head to my feet in a matter of seconds when I saw that the list was online. I was not particularly interested with prolonging the agony so I dove headfirst (no matter how drained of blood it was) and skimmed through the list. I practically gave my parents the fright of their lives as I tumbled across the hallway and fumbled with their doorknob for an agonizing couple more seconds. I eventually crumpled into a sobbing heap between my parents, a sight which my mother proclaims is my best dramatic moment ever and reserves it for future sessions of embarrassment.
I texted all my friends, both to tell them the good news and to thank them for their support...which turned out to be a BAD idea because I later ran out of load that night. In return, I received a lot of proposals for illegal businesses from my overly imaginative buds. Sue even broke free of her 2-hour enslavement courtesy of American Idol to yak it out with me on the phone. I was calling everybody, from my sleeping grandfather to Tita Vilma in Manila. That night, my volume control button had to be soldered back into place.
True, I gave my telco provider a heck lot of revenues that night but if there is one network I had shortcircuited, it would have to be the lines to Heaven. My "thank yous" jammed the celestial airwaves. All the roads I took, I always prayed for and it still amazes me what calling God can do. As a matter of fact, the entire experience falls nowhere short of being purely jaw-dropping. It's never disappointing and is always revealed to be perfect at its own designated time, as Doi told me. Not only that, I had friends and family praying for me, overheating communication lines to Heaven to alarming levels. My sister was particularly very happy for me, despite being buried alive in her own books which she constantly blames on my "sabbatical." For some reason, I believe she prayed harder for me than I did for myself. Thanks, Kol.
What I found funny (or foreboding?) about the entire experience was when I was turning on the computer to go online. I had Bo Bice's CD on the player while I was going about doing that. It took me a little while after I had regained some pieces of my sanity to realize that the song playing was nothing short of appropriate, as if the player had a mind of its own. The song was "It's My Life."
Everything keeps moving fast
What I want is what I have
Right now, I'm closer than I thought I could be
It's my life, my time to find the answers
Don't always know what kind of road is in front of me
But I'll go slow wanna remember every moment
That passes by the goodness ride has ever been
It's my life.
I have never felt more excited and more scared in my entire life. Come to think of it, our lives are not like badly-done movies. Every new experience always seems to overshadow the ones before it...both positively and negatively. But one thing is pretty clear though and I will always strive to remember, especially when I make my way into those whitewashed halls, to tack this to the most conspicuous part of my brain: It may be my life but I can never - and will never - manage to get anywhere on my own.S
I get to go back online after what seems like eternity (that would be a week), late but still bubbling with excitement that I feel like dousing myself with champagne to get the real feel of it. The feeling is still there and my hands are itching to write about it, to capture a small fragment of my memory and see what that would seem like perhaps ten to twenty years from now.
I made it to the law school of my preference.
I had been frantic about the results as early as a mont after I hurdled the exams. I was haunted by one too many dreams of standing before a long list of names and seeing mine was nowhere to be found on that paper. Two weeks before the results were released, I was already pestering the lady in the law school office as I inquired about the results without even attempting to disguise my voice.
I called on a Wednesday morning of that week and I was told to call again on Friday or Saturday which I did but with negative results. I took a shower before leaving the house and I was feeling knots all over my stomach as I began to indulge in thoughts of not making it to the roster of freshmen. I was successfully distracted the rest of the day as I kept my grandfather company in the hospital...just up until I was through with dinner and I was downing my last slice of watermelon. I checked the website and I seriously felt blood drain from my head to my feet in a matter of seconds when I saw that the list was online. I was not particularly interested with prolonging the agony so I dove headfirst (no matter how drained of blood it was) and skimmed through the list. I practically gave my parents the fright of their lives as I tumbled across the hallway and fumbled with their doorknob for an agonizing couple more seconds. I eventually crumpled into a sobbing heap between my parents, a sight which my mother proclaims is my best dramatic moment ever and reserves it for future sessions of embarrassment.
I texted all my friends, both to tell them the good news and to thank them for their support...which turned out to be a BAD idea because I later ran out of load that night. In return, I received a lot of proposals for illegal businesses from my overly imaginative buds. Sue even broke free of her 2-hour enslavement courtesy of American Idol to yak it out with me on the phone. I was calling everybody, from my sleeping grandfather to Tita Vilma in Manila. That night, my volume control button had to be soldered back into place.
True, I gave my telco provider a heck lot of revenues that night but if there is one network I had shortcircuited, it would have to be the lines to Heaven. My "thank yous" jammed the celestial airwaves. All the roads I took, I always prayed for and it still amazes me what calling God can do. As a matter of fact, the entire experience falls nowhere short of being purely jaw-dropping. It's never disappointing and is always revealed to be perfect at its own designated time, as Doi told me. Not only that, I had friends and family praying for me, overheating communication lines to Heaven to alarming levels. My sister was particularly very happy for me, despite being buried alive in her own books which she constantly blames on my "sabbatical." For some reason, I believe she prayed harder for me than I did for myself. Thanks, Kol.
What I found funny (or foreboding?) about the entire experience was when I was turning on the computer to go online. I had Bo Bice's CD on the player while I was going about doing that. It took me a little while after I had regained some pieces of my sanity to realize that the song playing was nothing short of appropriate, as if the player had a mind of its own. The song was "It's My Life."
Everything keeps moving fast
What I want is what I have
Right now, I'm closer than I thought I could be
It's my life, my time to find the answers
Don't always know what kind of road is in front of me
But I'll go slow wanna remember every moment
That passes by the goodness ride has ever been
It's my life.
I have never felt more excited and more scared in my entire life. Come to think of it, our lives are not like badly-done movies. Every new experience always seems to overshadow the ones before it...both positively and negatively. But one thing is pretty clear though and I will always strive to remember, especially when I make my way into those whitewashed halls, to tack this to the most conspicuous part of my brain: It may be my life but I can never - and will never - manage to get anywhere on my own.S
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