After 8 semesters of laughter, fights, [back]stabbing and friendship, I now find myself amidst a whirlwind of emotions, the most prominent one being fear. All of a sudden, my comfort zone of being in an academic environment is pulled out from beneath my feet. I know I should've had prepared better for this but the truth is, I was too scared even before to think beyond the security university life offered me. I became too attached to my blockmates, to the routine that was being a crazy Communication Arts major. I relished the stress of Adver/IMC/Media Law/BroadJourn in spite of my constant bitching. I love staying up all night for projects and case digests, I loved being in class in spite of lack of sleep, I adore performing 3 tasks in one given time, I love cramming, I love every bit of school--stress most especially.

You're free to call me crazy now. :)

But stress was only bearable because I knew I wasn't alone. I took comfort in the fact that there were roughly 20 other people who were sharing the burden I was carrying. That gave me the extra push to be the cheerful little dwarf I am/was. I honsetly don't know where I'd be after graduation. No more friendly 'musta na' texts, no more heated arguments on IMC strategies, no more sly glances on other people's test papers. It'll just be me and the world. The people I depended on would still share my burden, that much I am sure of, but our playground is much bigger now. With a lot more bullies around. And less swings and slides.

Sigh.

How do I squeeze in 4 years of major major memories in one post? I can't. I refuse to roll up all the wonderful and extensive experiences I had in the university in the name of pseudo-documentation. Perhaps in time, i'll forget parts of my existence as a Thomasian, like i've forgotten things about my highschool I swore I'd never forget, but i'm sure the most important memories would remain. I'd have my trusty friends to remind me. :)