Eruditions
One word:
Fulfilling.
It is fulfilling to be able to finish something for the common good. It is fulfilling to make an almost impossible thing
possible. It is fulfilling to vent out what shortcomings others have and not feel guilty about it (not a good thing, I guess). It is fulfilling to edit, edit, edit and edit, and render, render, render and render for hundreds and thousands of hours. It is fulfilling to make new friends. It is fulfilling to be friendly when you’re not very friendly in nature. It is fulfilling to prove that first impressions don’t actually last. It is fulfilling to find Weird Crush and still be cool around him like your ovaries aren’t thrashing like crazy (I’m so pathetic). It is fulfilling to spend your last hours with your seniors in the most fun way possible. It is fulfilling to welcome the summer without a suspending incomplete case in school. It is fulfilling to survive school. It is fulfilling to survive school
and (hopefully) have honors.
I’m so happy. It’s scary, I know, but I’m so happy. I’m so happy and relieved that, finally,
Rise and Shine has reached its production schedule with an acceptable output. I’m so excited that this semester is over and I’m still whole and alive and not eaten by a hairy monster. Yes, I’m not denying that I’ve reached my Patience Limit and almost gave up this fight, but I’m glad that I didn’t and, hey, look where it got me!
I’ve learned a lot from our
Rise and Shine experience, especially about effective teamwork and working harmoniously with others. I had the chance to know in what field my team members were good at, which will help me and everyone else to be more productive next time. Trusting is still a sensitive matter with me, but at least I know who to and not to trust with crucial projects and tasks. I know it’s not a good practice and that I should make “Everybody deserves a second chance” my personal mantra, but I just can’t. My academic status is important to me (just as how steles are important to Shadowhunters), so I can’t just easily let others penetrate through and semi-manipulate it. I’ve also learned that I have this tendency to put the blame on others – this taught me to work alone so I can only blame
myself.
I’m not bitter. I just want a fair system and let others be merited for their work equally. I’m not insinuating that I’m a perfect human being and the creamiest one from the dullest collection of the cream of the crop (no, no, no, and did I mention no?). I just want to play clean and fair. I know life isn’t fair, but I hope education is. (Oh crap, I am such a
bitch.)
I’m so happy yet also sad. My friends are leaving for the bigger world of stressful bosses and sleepless nights (how inspiring), and I will miss them badly. The first friends I made when I was a transferee were my seniors, and it’s weird because I was never the person who can mingle with the loudest bunch in the party, but I did and was able to. I love my seniors. They may be so noisy and swear like a pissed off jail guard, but I love them still. I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with them since I’ll forever be an irregular (both academically and biologically), but I know that they’re good people and they’ll be successful in whatever paths they choose to take after college and they’ll treat me to Starbucks when they get their – no, not first – fifth paycheck. I will miss them. And even though I still want to spend more time with them, just like what I’ve been saying to my friend Meanne, I’d rather
not see them again in school than see them
still in school (because this means that they didn’t get to graduate). I’d rather be sad than disappointed. Congratulations and good luck, batch 2013!
And then there’s Weird Crush. I don’t freakin’ care, but I like him. I shouldn’t have a crush on him and not infest my brain with malice, but I don’t give a damn. I have a crush on him. I like how real, witty, candid, observant, artistic, annoying, demanding and awfully and wonderfully weird he is. I don’t know what will happen with this feeling during the doggy lame days of summer – maybe it’ll grow, maybe it’ll evaporate – but right now I’ll just cherish (“cherish” gives me the willies) this and be happy but not flirty and still be smart.
Thank God this semester is over. Hi, summer! Oh, summer, what will I do with you now?
P.S.: I love the word “erudition”. It reminds me so much of
Divergent and Caleb Prior.
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Eruditions
One word:
Fulfilling.
It is fulfilling to be able to finish something for the common good. It is fulfilling to make an almost impossible thing
possible. It is fulfilling to vent out what shortcomings others have and not feel guilty about it (not a good thing, I guess). It is fulfilling to edit, edit, edit and edit, and render, render, render and render for hundreds and thousands of hours. It is fulfilling to make new friends. It is fulfilling to be friendly when you’re not very friendly in nature. It is fulfilling to prove that first impressions don’t actually last. It is fulfilling to find Weird Crush and still be cool around him like your ovaries aren’t thrashing like crazy (I’m so pathetic). It is fulfilling to spend your last hours with your seniors in the most fun way possible. It is fulfilling to welcome the summer without a suspending incomplete case in school. It is fulfilling to survive school. It is fulfilling to survive school
and (hopefully) have honors.
I’m so happy. It’s scary, I know, but I’m so happy. I’m so happy and relieved that, finally,
Rise and Shine has reached its production schedule with an acceptable output. I’m so excited that this semester is over and I’m still whole and alive and not eaten by a hairy monster. Yes, I’m not denying that I’ve reached my Patience Limit and almost gave up this fight, but I’m glad that I didn’t and, hey, look where it got me!
I’ve learned a lot from our
Rise and Shine experience, especially about effective teamwork and working harmoniously with others. I had the chance to know in what field my team members were good at, which will help me and everyone else to be more productive next time. Trusting is still a sensitive matter with me, but at least I know who to and not to trust with crucial projects and tasks. I know it’s not a good practice and that I should make “Everybody deserves a second chance” my personal mantra, but I just can’t. My academic status is important to me (just as how steles are important to Shadowhunters), so I can’t just easily let others penetrate through and semi-manipulate it. I’ve also learned that I have this tendency to put the blame on others – this taught me to work alone so I can only blame
myself.
I’m not bitter. I just want a fair system and let others be merited for their work equally. I’m not insinuating that I’m a perfect human being and the creamiest one from the dullest collection of the cream of the crop (no, no, no, and did I mention no?). I just want to play clean and fair. I know life isn’t fair, but I hope education is. (Oh crap, I am such a
bitch.)
I’m so happy yet also sad. My friends are leaving for the bigger world of stressful bosses and sleepless nights (how inspiring), and I will miss them badly. The first friends I made when I was a transferee were my seniors, and it’s weird because I was never the person who can mingle with the loudest bunch in the party, but I did and was able to. I love my seniors. They may be so noisy and swear like a pissed off jail guard, but I love them still. I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with them since I’ll forever be an irregular (both academically and biologically), but I know that they’re good people and they’ll be successful in whatever paths they choose to take after college and they’ll treat me to Starbucks when they get their – no, not first – fifth paycheck. I will miss them. And even though I still want to spend more time with them, just like what I’ve been saying to my friend Meanne, I’d rather
not see them again in school than see them
still in school (because this means that they didn’t get to graduate). I’d rather be sad than disappointed. Congratulations and good luck, batch 2013!
And then there’s Weird Crush. I don’t freakin’ care, but I like him. I shouldn’t have a crush on him and not infest my brain with malice, but I don’t give a damn. I have a crush on him. I like how real, witty, candid, observant, artistic, annoying, demanding and awfully and wonderfully weird he is. I don’t know what will happen with this feeling during the doggy lame days of summer – maybe it’ll grow, maybe it’ll evaporate – but right now I’ll just cherish (“cherish” gives me the willies) this and be happy but not flirty and still be smart.
Thank God this semester is over. Hi, summer! Oh, summer, what will I do with you now?
P.S.: I love the word “erudition”. It reminds me so much of
Divergent and Caleb Prior.
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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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