At the end
of three years where a wide horizon of choices are suddenly once again your
priority it’s hard not to reflect back on the life you have lived in a place
that you have never grown to like. My college is and will always remain a
symbol for conformity and utter suppression of the freedom, the freedom that we
must’ve in order to become good professionals in our chosen fields. Here it was
only meant to be on paper and not in action. The college, I don’t really have
anything good to say but the people who I met will always linger…if not in the
future at least in faint memories. I do regret a lot of things but I do not
regret the person I have become today and the people who surround and our
closest to me. Here, I found people who have formed a base on which my future
life is going to be structured on. These are the people who have put up with my
tantrums and made me feel like I could love myself again no matter whoever didn’t.
In these three years I have made people love me and people hate me and I do not
regret those moments of hate because that just molded me further into the person
I am. Today I am feeling very introspective… I am thinking about the girl who
left everything and just moved… she suffered through heartbreak, backstabbing
and failure. There were long nights where she sat up just crying feeling more
alone than ever. Incidents made sure that the crying didn’t stop at night and
sometimes followed her into the morning. She made friends, lost a few with no
regrets and moved on with the ones that remained. She is me and as I once again
decide to choose a path that will take me from the place that’s become so
familiar to god knows where I won’t make the same mistakes again. I will never
leave behind my base.
