From my previous blog, I mentioned that I am taking an international online class about writing, and I just thought that I want to share some of my output here—a Memorabilia.
I am sweating. The sun is directly giving me a heatwave, and I do not think I can take this anymore. No, I shall stay. I can do this. I am next in to be interviewed. The thought of being next pounder harder in my head, giving me more butterflies in my stomach and now ascending to my empty head. Is this the right course for me? I am currently standing in an open field waiting for the comfortable chair in an airconditioned room and grilled with these big questions that frighten me why they should accept me in a Civil Engineering program. I got this, my father is a civil engineer, and he survived it and so I can or cannot? My fear and insecurities are killing me before I could even get into the program. I need a distraction, so I dived into this specific memory when I was 6 yrs. Old, I am practising my speech as a salutatorian in my kindergarten days, and at the end of my remarks, I need to finish this sentence “When I grow up, I want to be...” happy? Successful? What do I know? I am just a kid, so I said whatever I preferred that time, and I said, “TEACHER” I do not want to be a teacher now. I have bigger dreams now, not that I undervalue the profession of a teacher. It is just not something I prefer to spend my life. I do not know what I want, but one thing for sure, it is not to be a teacher. And now, why am I here? If I do not know what I want, should I not be lining here? Oh crap, I might end up loving this program, so I might as well try it since my parents want this for me. A hand tapped my back, “I’m sorry, but the staff is saying you’re next, and you may go inside.” The sentence breakthrough and brought me back to my reality. Okay, here I go. I took a deep breath and smoothly released the tension I held. And so, I went in.
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