I went to a state university and I’m more than glad that I did.
The university I went to did not teach me anything of theory that I can particularly remember right now. Instead I learned some basic life instincts.
The separation from my family taught me to be independent.
I learned that street smart does not only mean looking smart in the streets. It means holding your bag firmly and not making unnecessary attention towards any of your valuables.
I learned that the odds were not so far when at the very corner of the National Bureau of Investigation office, a mugging succeeded in stark daylight. A man was dead, the police wounded.
I rallied on the streets. And though sometimes, I could feel my heart pounding for the advocacy of the protest leaders, most of the time I joined because I wanted to miss classes too. It was a worthy excuse.
I went with the flock of people with bands tied around their heads and streamers and fists raised in the air. I walked under the searing heat and shared their sweats. But I taxied on my way back home. I learned that life can be easy like that after some self-imposed hardships.
I haggled for my education. Unnecessary, but I did. I told them I was fatherless, left at a very young age, and so on and so forth. I wrote them every month so that they would not dare take me out of that LIST that seemed to be the lifeline of my education. So I learned that education is a right, not a privilege. But I see that it does not seem so.
During this process, I learned that there are some seemingly monsters who queerly sat for government positions but obviously hated it. And I see that until now they still exist and probably will forever.
But there are those who seem to be the light of day. That woman, her face still etched in my mind, and her smile could only afford so much to appease me when my papers and tuition just won't fit.
I learned of the inverted triangle that my professor had so much pleasure of teaching, that if it were a song I’d be LSS-ing on it until now. He spoke of the socialists, those great minds behind it and my pea-sized brain could only take so much serving. My thoughts now: it is absurd and hypocrisy that it’d be ever possible these times.
So ask me now, what are the principles of international law. I could only give a vague answer in between stutters and my bleeding brains. Ask me about the wars and I would answer, Go ask the marines.
For my faint memory of the world’s dates and whats had long been taken away by my own qualms. They will linger in the air, but not anymore for my grasp.
Or maybe still, but only the air could tell.
|In college, I wrote about the French Revolution. But ask me now, I shall tell you, Google it!|