The Third Year

As challenging as every college year should be, my third year in UST had been more exhausting than the first two. I've experienced sleeping in school (against my will), walking in a deserted UST at 3AM, cramming during hell week, giving up on life, and forgotten more. But, I think it's all worth it. What's school without the terror professors that sucks the life out of you? I don't know about you, but my experiences are my best teachers.

Finishing my third year, would also be marking three years of being with my classmates. I was lucky to see different personalities in different people in one room. And for the last three years, I had a glimpse of what their personalities are like. Some are bad, some are good, and some people are to be trusted, and some are not.

Well, I'm not really sure if I did really finish my third year. I'm in danger of failing in one class that is relevant in graduating on time. Meaning, if I did fail this subject, I'd be graduating on, if lucky, 2014. It's unfair, really. I did my work, I did it on time, but I guess that's not really enough. If you're destined to fail, whatever you do, you will surely fail. That's right, I believe in destiny.

Ah, it's summer, and it is hot. My internship will start soon, and I'm going to spend my worthless days on Facebook and Twitter until then. I have no life. That's what college does to you. Well, to me, at least.