29 March 2012
Alhamdulillah! My semester is officially over! I had submitted my last requirement for graduate school last Saturday. And, I had submitted all my grades the day before yesterday. I can now finally welcome the much needed summer break! Weeee!
No, actually, I'm still thinking what to do for summer. Will I handle summer courses? Will I just stay home? Will I travel? Well, the last option sounds great, yes, but I'm not sure I can do that. I have no savings at the moment, that's why! So, I guess traveling has to wait. That leaves me with two options then: to handle summer classes or to stay at home and relax. Truth is I have worked myself to exhaustion and maximum stress level this academic year, especially this semester and I just really feel I need to rest. Also, there were a lot of things and recent changes in my life that almost brought me down. More than any other time, I feel the need to recharge! And, besides, I need to update my notes for my classes, too. Oooh, and the books, I'd purchased the past few months, which I had not come to read yet are excitedly beckoning to me! Aah, the thought of reading the whole summer really makes me smile.
The choice looks easy, doesn't it? But, one thing that makes me consider choosing summer classes is the additional pay I will get. Yes, I do love teaching and, honestly, I'd do it for free and all, but then again, right now, I need money for graduate school among other things. Hay, times like this makes me miss how so much easier things used to be when I was still in my undergrad and I didn't have to worry about all these things. All I needed to do was list down everything I needed to pay and wait for my parents to give me the money I needed. Tsk.
It's funny really how as undergraduates back then, we used to want to be finished with school more than anything in the world. We were in such a hurry to go out and face the 'real world' armed with our enthusiasm, excitement, idealism and, of course, our hard-earned diplomas! We wanted to know how it feels to be all grown up and part of the world's work force. Haha! Yes, it was really exciting. And, until now, the world I am part of does excite me. It's just that sometimes I can't help but wish that I only had term papers, assignments, exams and quizzes to worry about. I can't help but miss how easy things used to be. Sigh.
So, to teach or not teach this summer? That is the question!
23 turned 32... and still going 23!!!
Last March 23 was my 32nd birthday. Or, as I kept on saying, the 9th anniversary of my 23rd birthday! I stopped counting when I turned 23, you see. Haha! :)
I had a great time on my birthday. I felt so much love with all the greetings that came to me through Facebook, Twitter and SMS, and, of course, from people whom I saw that day or who went out of their way to see me that day to greet me and to make my day more special than it already was. Life is indeed the greatest gift and it will always be what we make it. And, it's just so easy to have a great life when we have friends and family who always remind us of the goodness there is in this world! I am just in love with my life and I love everyone in it! I can't be happier! I thank God for everything! Alhamdulillah!
My English Majors' Society kids surprised me with no less than two cakes and some other goodies! I was touched beyond words! And, of course, my beloved family celebrated with me at dinner! It was really a great day! I enjoyed and loved every bit of it! I am happily looking forward to my next 23rd birthday! :)
08 March 2012
Blogging used to be my greatest addiction. I started blogging more than eight years ago and, back in the day, I used to update this blog regularly. My blogging was so regular that it even got to a point when I'd post more than one entry per day. And, my equally blog-addicted blogger friends were not far behind in the regularity of updates and posts! Aaah, those were the good times! The golden days of blogging. Needless to say, I miss those days. I miss blogging every so often and I miss blog-hopping. I miss getting lost in the blog-world and finding some blogs worthy of praise and acclaim, some that are written so well they bring tears to your eyes and make you want to just roll over and die... in a good way, that is! Hehehe:)
I want to bring those days back! I want to write more, I want to read more. I want to find treasures in the blog-world once more. I want to tread on grounds made sacred by writers of immaculate and divine words. I want to tread, too, on grounds damned by words of the profane and the blasphemous. I just want to take everything in like I used to. I want to be an active part of the blog-world again. I want to feel and be felt, I want to hear and be heard once more!
Blogging nowadays, for most people at least, has been reduced to picture-posting and article re-posting. I'm not saying this is wrong or anything, after all blogging isn't really equal to journal writing, but I'd just really like to READ more. I just want people to write more. It's the teacher in me, I guess. Really, I don't know. I just miss the good ol' days! :)
I've actually been doing a lot more writing recently than I have in the past few years. I'm enrolled in a Creative Writing class this semester and, somehow, this has brought my hand back to my pen and paper. Writing has not really been a problem to me before, free-flow or random writing that is. It was never a problem to me not because I'm such a good writer (I wouldn't be so bold as to claim that!), but because I didn't really care. I mean, I was never really conscious about what I wrote or how I wrote for that matter. I just wrote. Period.
Formally learning about CW has made the process of writing a little more complicated to me than it ever was. There are actually a lot of things to consider, rules to follow, guides to stick to, etc. Writing, after all, is a discipline and one needs discipline indeed to master it and be a great writer. One needs to follow some rules. The ironic thing is that the more I learn about writing, the more difficult it becomes for me. I don't know if it's just me or it's really like that for everyone else. All of this has somehow made me doubt if I could actually write or not. Sigh.
Then again, our beautiful and inspiring teacher-- the Palanca laureate, Ms. Maria Elena Paulma told us at the beginning of the semester that we shouldn't let all the things we'd be learning about CW intimidate us nor discourage us from writing. If anything, all the learning should help us find our voice. The course should help us be the writers we want to be.
I do hope that the short story (fiction) I am submitting for our final workshop works. I am pretty anxious, but I'm very excited. It's been such a long time since I felt this excited about anything. Sure, I have written or attempted to write a few stories before, but this one's different. I feel it's different. It may start something for me. *Deep breath!*
I know that I'll be taking a punch here and there in the workshop, but I am ready. I am happily awaiting my turn or, rather, my story's turn. This is a "make or break moment" for me. So, let's see...