Adulthood: Day 1
I am officially 20.
For others, this would’ve freaked the hell out of them, but for me, this is a
blessing. I’m excited to finally surpass that teenage freak show that I’ve been starring into for the last seven years. I’m stoked to experience what an adult experiences when he hits that alive-for-two-decades status.
Honestly, I can’t believe that I’m already an adult. Look at how time flies fast! It feels like yesterday when my haircut was painful and my awkwardness was staggering. It feels like yesterday when my attempts at social life proved futile (it literally
was yesterday, though). With this day, I’m turning a new leaf: I will start fresh and anew and be the adult I’ve always dreamt of (i.e. the less awkward and the more successful). This is going to be fun (say what).
This is not to say that teenage-hood wasn’t fun. It actually was. I met tons of friends and kept the real ones close to my heart. I’ve achieved some dreams that will forever be in my resume and certificates folder. I’ve been in relationships which are pretty amazing; although most of them failed miserably, I’m still grateful that I’ve committed and learned. (I’m still epically infatuated with Great Crush, and even though I’m not expecting anything from this
saga of a love story, I enjoy having the so-called “happy crush”.) I’ve fangirled with all my heart and my feels were messed with and my ovaries got into multiple explosions. My love for reading and writing started and came into full circle – okay,
half circle – in my teenage years. 365 days ago, my article and I got published in the most widely read broadsheet in the country (okay, so maybe I’m forever 19 and immortal, right?).
I’ve earned, lost, led, failed and learned. So you can say my thirteen-to-nineteen-year-old self wasn’t that bad; it was klutzy and shitty in its feeble edges, but the whole part of it was awesome-in-a-kick-ass-way.
I’ll make this short since, hello, who am I talking to here –
myself? I just want to take this opportunity to thank (what a cliché) the Great Lord for giving me the past nineteen years of my life. Those years were challenging but also worth celebrating. I’m glad I’ve found, lost and found God again. As an adult, I promise to offer everything for God’s glory, be an active member of the church and strengthen my faith.
I also want to thank my family for not giving up on me every time I failed and was disappointed with my life as a whole (especially when I have my period and everything I seem to see are shitty book covers I hate). I love you, guys, really; I haven’t said it vocally but I really do.
Thank you to my grade school, high school and college friends, friend-friends and instructors: you guys are pretty cool.
Thank you to my forever fulltime-best friend and part-time lover, Zandro Geral: I miss and love you! We should see
Sea of Monsters next month! Thank you for being the best friend I’ve always wanted to meet and keep.
Thank you to all the people I’ve met and learned from (yes, even you, Mr. Stranger): I know we’re not really friends – heck, maybe we don’t even know each other’s name – but I’m grateful that in some way, we’ve both touched each other’s hearts (figuratively).
Okay, thank you, Great Crush for giving me the crush feels that make me cry and giddy at the same time. I miss you a lot, and believe it or not, you’re one of my inspirations. We have to see each other soon, okay? (I’m such a flirt!)
And thank you to my sponsors for the constant confetti every time there’s something to celebrate. It’s okay to not have champagne, I like confetti better anyway.
Thank you everyone. *insert a hug + kiss + heart emoticon here* (This blog post may not be a lot, but I hope it’s enough to show how grateful I am for your presence in my life.)
Happy birthday to me! I am the flyest birthday kiddo! Let’s do this, Adulthood! (How ironic.)
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Adulthood: Day 1
I am officially 20.
For others, this would’ve freaked the hell out of them, but for me, this is a
blessing. I’m excited to finally surpass that teenage freak show that I’ve been starring into for the last seven years. I’m stoked to experience what an adult experiences when he hits that alive-for-two-decades status.
Honestly, I can’t believe that I’m already an adult. Look at how time flies fast! It feels like yesterday when my haircut was painful and my awkwardness was staggering. It feels like yesterday when my attempts at social life proved futile (it literally
was yesterday, though). With this day, I’m turning a new leaf: I will start fresh and anew and be the adult I’ve always dreamt of (i.e. the less awkward and the more successful). This is going to be fun (say what).
This is not to say that teenage-hood wasn’t fun. It actually was. I met tons of friends and kept the real ones close to my heart. I’ve achieved some dreams that will forever be in my resume and certificates folder. I’ve been in relationships which are pretty amazing; although most of them failed miserably, I’m still grateful that I’ve committed and learned. (I’m still epically infatuated with Great Crush, and even though I’m not expecting anything from this
saga of a love story, I enjoy having the so-called “happy crush”.) I’ve fangirled with all my heart and my feels were messed with and my ovaries got into multiple explosions. My love for reading and writing started and came into full circle – okay,
half circle – in my teenage years. 365 days ago, my article and I got published in the most widely read broadsheet in the country (okay, so maybe I’m forever 19 and immortal, right?).
I’ve earned, lost, led, failed and learned. So you can say my thirteen-to-nineteen-year-old self wasn’t that bad; it was klutzy and shitty in its feeble edges, but the whole part of it was awesome-in-a-kick-ass-way.
I’ll make this short since, hello, who am I talking to here –
myself? I just want to take this opportunity to thank (what a cliché) the Great Lord for giving me the past nineteen years of my life. Those years were challenging but also worth celebrating. I’m glad I’ve found, lost and found God again. As an adult, I promise to offer everything for God’s glory, be an active member of the church and strengthen my faith.
I also want to thank my family for not giving up on me every time I failed and was disappointed with my life as a whole (especially when I have my period and everything I seem to see are shitty book covers I hate). I love you, guys, really; I haven’t said it vocally but I really do.
Thank you to my grade school, high school and college friends, friend-friends and instructors: you guys are pretty cool.
Thank you to my forever fulltime-best friend and part-time lover, Zandro Geral: I miss and love you! We should see
Sea of Monsters next month! Thank you for being the best friend I’ve always wanted to meet and keep.
Thank you to all the people I’ve met and learned from (yes, even you, Mr. Stranger): I know we’re not really friends – heck, maybe we don’t even know each other’s name – but I’m grateful that in some way, we’ve both touched each other’s hearts (figuratively).
Okay, thank you, Great Crush for giving me the crush feels that make me cry and giddy at the same time. I miss you a lot, and believe it or not, you’re one of my inspirations. We have to see each other soon, okay? (I’m such a flirt!)
And thank you to my sponsors for the constant confetti every time there’s something to celebrate. It’s okay to not have champagne, I like confetti better anyway.
Thank you everyone. *insert a hug + kiss + heart emoticon here* (This blog post may not be a lot, but I hope it’s enough to show how grateful I am for your presence in my life.)
Happy birthday to me! I am the flyest birthday kiddo! Let’s do this, Adulthood! (How ironic.)
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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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