We had all been very busy the first three months this year. And I am certain that, like me, you also looked forward for a break, at least a little time to wind up with family and friends before the next semester begins.
The previous semester for me was very traumatic and exhausting like every other semester. It was as if heaven for me for the first two months of the semester because everyone was looking up to the Christmas break. Everyone’s minds weren’t still conditioned the way it was set the first two months during the first sem. Mind you, not only the students, but the teachers as well, though not all. Based from personal experience, our professors used to give us tons of paper works and thick thick books to read on and study for the exams that shall welcome us to start the year. And of course, before we hallucinate to extend the break, we cannot forever hide the very fact that in every semester there’s always a feeling of living in hell. Why? Because these teachers we have always make it a point that they make it hard for us (for our personal sake, of course). Because it’s like a curse to every student that is passed on from generations to generations. Because it had just been hectic for me the previous three months. And all I needed was a break.
By the middle week of March, I was already almost done with my academic requirements; so that by the last week, I already left for Bohol . I still could remember the feeling of joy and excitement I felt at that time – the feeling of liberty from all those brainy activities and pushing works as its due got nearer and nearer each day; the feeling of delight that at long last I shall see my family again; be with them even for at least a short while.
I had my memorable moments in Bohol for my two-week vacation there. Each day wasn’t idle for me. I attended different significant occasions such as my brother’s high school graduation, my relative’s birthday celebration, a friends’ college graduation, and another friends’ wedding ceremony. I also met my family and friends who are very dear to me – my lola, my parents and brothers, my relatives and friends.
If I were to weigh it, the hectic schedule I had during the previous months has never been incomparable to the feeling of contentment I felt over my stay in Bohol . At first, I thought I need a break from school and have some personal time. But later, I realized that all I need is some time to be in the place close to my heart and be with the people I treasure most.
It is now my second time spending holy week away from my family. And it has always been like this since last year because like last year, I will take up summer classes again. I know this two months of learning would again mean hardship for me in meeting all my academic demands but I also know deep within my heart that after this adversity is a bright hope for me: that I will once again be back in the place I always longed for, in the place where I get to share my happy and sad moments with the people I value most.
Till we meet again.