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Name: Esther Grace T. Batungbacal
Age: 18 years young.
Likes: Soccer, Figure-skating, Debate, Reading, and Milkshakes.
About Me: If you did it, I did it before. If you got it, I had it.
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title: Survival
date: Monday, August 23, 2010
time:Monday, August 23, 2010
It's been two months since I last posted. I haven't had the time, and everything is just fast-paced. I'm swamped, and practically every week, I have to write a new paper for English. Long exams and other quizzes have been a total pain in the rear. Debate, choir practice, and other extracurriculars have dominated most of my free time, and I barely have enough time for myself.

I've had my fair share of sleepless nights, all-nighters, and violet-y eye bags. I've indulged in one too many cups of coffee, along with those familiar cold glass bottles of cherry-flavored Red Bull. It's amazing, it's already the end of August. It's Finals week for us, then first term will be over.

I can still recall my very first day in college. I learned that first impressions do really matter here, and that sometimes, people aren't whom you expected them to be. People aren't static, they are dynamic. They change, they conform, they adapt, and more importantly, they judge.

I don't like the fact that most of my school mates still try to bring high school into college. I don't understand why majority are forced to obey the status quo, or the ridiculous 'social hierarchy' they have bestowed.

I also realized that true friends are rare, and once you find them, you better hold on to them and cherish them. In college, there are those who cannot be trusted, simply because they have their ulterior motives.

Basically, college is for the strong-willed. It is where only the fit survive. If you're weak, then it is not the place for you. In order to belong, you must be tough strong enough to will your tears to take the hint and come back later when you're all alone in the last cubicle of the lavatory.


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