Last Thursday, Mom drived me to Ateneo de Manila University, one of the prestigious college schools in the Philippines. We were there to get an application form.
The school was so awesome! many richy rich plus brainy students study in that school. I saw a lot of foreigners, Cute boys and lovely girls roaming around the campus. And the facilities were so clean and looked good.
And yeah, Mom said I have to go alone to get the form I need. She'll just wait for me at the parking area.
I started to get nervous. It was my first time. I felt like a transferee entering a new school. but I'm not transfering, and I don't have the assurance that I can pass the exam and enter that school. But I really want to. I just need faith.
All I have to do is to get an application form. Simple as that.
But, As I started walking, my knees were trembling. When I asked the information desk where's the Administration Office, I can't speak fluently even I was already using our own language.
The guy gave me a simple instruction. After that I thanked him and walked on my own.
I'm already walking so long but can't find the place he mentioned. I want to cry. My feeling is very different, like a kid lost in a mall, you know. I still moved forward when suddenly mom called me behind.
She followed me. I felt a relief. Thank God.
Mom was just testing me if I can really be alone that time.
And you know the answer.
LOL.
Mom, ever supportive mother.
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Last Thursday, Mom drived me to Ateneo de Manila University, one of the prestigious college schools in the Philippines. We were there to get an application form.
The school was so awesome! many richy rich plus brainy students study in that school. I saw a lot of foreigners, Cute boys and lovely girls roaming around the campus. And the facilities were so clean and looked good.
And yeah, Mom said I have to go alone to get the form I need. She'll just wait for me at the parking area.
I started to get nervous. It was my first time. I felt like a transferee entering a new school. but I'm not transfering, and I don't have the assurance that I can pass the exam and enter that school. But I really want to. I just need faith.
All I have to do is to get an application form. Simple as that.
But, As I started walking, my knees were trembling. When I asked the information desk where's the Administration Office, I can't speak fluently even I was already using our own language.
The guy gave me a simple instruction. After that I thanked him and walked on my own.
I'm already walking so long but can't find the place he mentioned. I want to cry. My feeling is very different, like a kid lost in a mall, you know. I still moved forward when suddenly mom called me behind.
She followed me. I felt a relief. Thank God.
Mom was just testing me if I can really be alone that time.
And you know the answer.
LOL.
Mom, ever supportive mother.
The school was so awesome! many richy rich plus brainy students study in that school. I saw a lot of foreigners, Cute boys and lovely girls roaming around the campus. And the facilities were so clean and looked good.
And yeah, Mom said I have to go alone to get the form I need. She'll just wait for me at the parking area.
I started to get nervous. It was my first time. I felt like a transferee entering a new school. but I'm not transfering, and I don't have the assurance that I can pass the exam and enter that school. But I really want to. I just need faith.
All I have to do is to get an application form. Simple as that.
But, As I started walking, my knees were trembling. When I asked the information desk where's the Administration Office, I can't speak fluently even I was already using our own language.
The guy gave me a simple instruction. After that I thanked him and walked on my own.
I'm already walking so long but can't find the place he mentioned. I want to cry. My feeling is very different, like a kid lost in a mall, you know. I still moved forward when suddenly mom called me behind.
She followed me. I felt a relief. Thank God.
Mom was just testing me if I can really be alone that time.
And you know the answer.
LOL.
Mom, ever supportive mother.
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