College: New Phase of Life
Contrary to what I said on my
graduation speech,
I am definitely dreading for college. I guess it’s easier said than done. I’m literally scared on my pants with what the four years in a new school will bring. They say college is where the tougher tasks begin; I say college is where you have no one to depend with but yourself.
Especially on my new school... where majority of the students come from rich families or a different country. I think I need to start
adjusting to the new environment and new people brought by an international school, and I need to do it fast; and where I am not one of the tallest students. I feel so literally small that if ever we’ll be asked to fall in line by height, I could end up in front. That’s how tall they are. I feel inferior.
Treston International College’s Orientation had just finished last Thursday, June 25th. I was going nuts when I stepped inside the building, but I managed to conceal my ignorance. Why, oh why? Well, let’s just say that you might question yourself if you really went inside a school; it’s so like a hotel – with the reception area, bar, fitness gym and lounge. Geez. I understand now what they meant with “The moment they enter the school, where every inch is designed to motivate, inspire and challenge the student, they will feel the spirit of excellence that we want to instill in them.” Maybe it looks like a hotel because the school specializes in Hospitality, Culinary, Business and Computer Studies. Obviously, my theory could be right.
The orientation was fast and short, nothing much was said. It was surprising how little the number of students was. We are less than 77! What a big school for a small community. But I find it cool anyway, especially with my I-think-I’m-claustrophobic problem. Well, I really think I’m claustrophobic: I freak out when I’m trapped in the crowd or somewhere narrow; I feel imprisoned and inescapable.
From the orientation, my shyness managed to meet and make friends.
Good job, Shyness! We all had the chance to introduce ourselves – the moment that I’ve been dreading the most, and I think I could be speaking for everyone. Oh for God’s sake! Whoever invented and started that thing is insane and vain. Anyway, I pulled through hell, and I hope half of the people inside that cold room know my name already. I hope, I wish.
And I’m not always mean and snob; I listened and studied everyone’s appearance, though I only remember a handful of names:
Martin, the friendly (he was the very first student to say hi to me) and active guy who reminds me of Charles (my former high school classmate); I think we will get along well – we share the same passion for writing.
Sheka, the fashionable type with her very cute pink plaid shirt and dyed hair.
Nedith, whom I already know through
Treston Society and who reminds me of Ma’am Arambulo (my high school English teacher)’s way of giggling.
Gerald, the tall and fair-skinned emo-looking lad.
Nikkie, whom I already know through TS, also; you’d never get wrong with her bangs!
Awesome, whom I really forgot the name; he likes playing musical instruments, and yeah, he’s awesome.
Gabriel, who is not my block mate but know through TS, too.
Bors, who I never saw in the orientation but hoping to meet someday; he’s from TS, as well.
Ms. Erika “Erika Mambo, Erika Mambo,” the host of the orientation.
Chef Bauer, an internationally-acclaimed master chef, who will be teaching the Culinary and HRM students (lucky them!). And
Dean Era, dean of College of Hospitality Management.
So yeah, I’m not that scared though. I’m just nervous and paranoid – wait, are
nervousness and
paranoia signs of fear? And I may become anemic after a week in school.
Nose hemorrhage, oh please!
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College: New Phase of Life
Contrary to what I said on my
graduation speech,
I am definitely dreading for college. I guess it’s easier said than done. I’m literally scared on my pants with what the four years in a new school will bring. They say college is where the tougher tasks begin; I say college is where you have no one to depend with but yourself.
Especially on my new school... where majority of the students come from rich families or a different country. I think I need to start
adjusting to the new environment and new people brought by an international school, and I need to do it fast; and where I am not one of the tallest students. I feel so literally small that if ever we’ll be asked to fall in line by height, I could end up in front. That’s how tall they are. I feel inferior.
Treston International College’s Orientation had just finished last Thursday, June 25th. I was going nuts when I stepped inside the building, but I managed to conceal my ignorance. Why, oh why? Well, let’s just say that you might question yourself if you really went inside a school; it’s so like a hotel – with the reception area, bar, fitness gym and lounge. Geez. I understand now what they meant with “The moment they enter the school, where every inch is designed to motivate, inspire and challenge the student, they will feel the spirit of excellence that we want to instill in them.” Maybe it looks like a hotel because the school specializes in Hospitality, Culinary, Business and Computer Studies. Obviously, my theory could be right.
The orientation was fast and short, nothing much was said. It was surprising how little the number of students was. We are less than 77! What a big school for a small community. But I find it cool anyway, especially with my I-think-I’m-claustrophobic problem. Well, I really think I’m claustrophobic: I freak out when I’m trapped in the crowd or somewhere narrow; I feel imprisoned and inescapable.
From the orientation, my shyness managed to meet and make friends.
Good job, Shyness! We all had the chance to introduce ourselves – the moment that I’ve been dreading the most, and I think I could be speaking for everyone. Oh for God’s sake! Whoever invented and started that thing is insane and vain. Anyway, I pulled through hell, and I hope half of the people inside that cold room know my name already. I hope, I wish.
And I’m not always mean and snob; I listened and studied everyone’s appearance, though I only remember a handful of names:
Martin, the friendly (he was the very first student to say hi to me) and active guy who reminds me of Charles (my former high school classmate); I think we will get along well – we share the same passion for writing.
Sheka, the fashionable type with her very cute pink plaid shirt and dyed hair.
Nedith, whom I already know through
Treston Society and who reminds me of Ma’am Arambulo (my high school English teacher)’s way of giggling.
Gerald, the tall and fair-skinned emo-looking lad.
Nikkie, whom I already know through TS, also; you’d never get wrong with her bangs!
Awesome, whom I really forgot the name; he likes playing musical instruments, and yeah, he’s awesome.
Gabriel, who is not my block mate but know through TS, too.
Bors, who I never saw in the orientation but hoping to meet someday; he’s from TS, as well.
Ms. Erika “Erika Mambo, Erika Mambo,” the host of the orientation.
Chef Bauer, an internationally-acclaimed master chef, who will be teaching the Culinary and HRM students (lucky them!). And
Dean Era, dean of College of Hospitality Management.
So yeah, I’m not that scared though. I’m just nervous and paranoid – wait, are
nervousness and
paranoia signs of fear? And I may become anemic after a week in school.
Nose hemorrhage, oh please!
GLICK IT: Good Luck in College, Keep In Touch!
– TMZ
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Already several months had passed, and I am missing
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry more and more each fleeting day. There are just some things in life that we can never forget – especially that something that had given us knowledge, skills, strong relationships and a second home. I am glad that everything in the magical world is now at peace, since Voldemort (yes, I can now say his name; no need to be afraid) had died. I had secretly admired Tom Marvolo Riddle (Voldemort’s birth name) though, because of his intelligence, passion and love for magic. Wasn’t he very clever to think of and conjure his seven
Horcruxes to preserve his life, or form a clan of
Death Eaters who were very loyal to him and would give up their lives just for him to succeed? Not everybody can acquire that much loyalty from people these days. I do not, however, admire him for the way he had carried out all of his plans. He had a good agenda, his means just weren’t morally right. But he still is one of the darkest wizards of all time… and let’s leave it that way.
Oh, for all those who are baffled of what I’m saying here and who the heck I am, my name is
Christine Faye Ordas, and I am an alumnus of Hogwarts. I came from the bronze-and-blue-clad house of the smart ass witch Rowena Ravenclaw and her dictum
“Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.” And yes, I know the wonderful Luna Lovegood (she’s such a darling) and Harry Potter’s first crush Cho Chang. I had just left Hogwarts last May. Right now I am trying to pursue a career in magical researches, literature and writing. It’s my dream to inscribe intellectual books, publish and sell them in
Flourish and Blotts for the future Hogwarts students’ use. I am also planning to credibly write for the
Daily Prophet, the magical world’s primary news bulletin. And of course, I will be very much honored to contribute to Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood’s
Quibbler (hence, my interest in magical researches). I have always found the Lovegoods a fascinating family, and I bet working with and for them will be very exciting. Or maybe, in Merlin’s beard’s time, I can write legends and bedtime stories like the famous – and wickedly brilliant – Beedle the Bard.
And that’s how my life goes these days. I am utterly missing my old school, my friends, the Great Hall, the bronze eagle knocker just outside the Ravenclaw common room, Professor Flitwick (the head of our house), Hogsmeade, the Quidditch matches (although I didn’t actually play for the house), the moving portraits, the castle ghosts, the pumpkins on Halloween, the giant pine trees on Christmas, Rubeus Hagrid’s (Hogwarts’ gamekeeper) tea and treacle fudge – even the crabby Argus Filch (Hogwarts’ caretaker) I miss. Maybe I can visit the school grounds sometimes and see how the magical world’s been doing since Voldemort died (I’ve been spending my months in the muggle world, you see). I’ve heard everybody’s been moving on and starting all over again; the ministry is back on work under Kingsley Shacklebolt; and Harry Potter’s scar haven’t been disturbing him since.
All is well, indeed.
And because of that, we should celebrate and drink firewhisky! Oh, I still don’t drink firewhisky; I can take butterbeer or tea or pumpkin juice – just not firewhisky, please.
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