A First Day Tale

I stumbled upon my own nothingness the moment I punched my frosh college I.D. at the entrance of the school I used to hate. My unfamiliarity grew deeper as I wondered at the busy hallways, frightened by the thought that I would be invisible in the sight of the folks in this institution. Not knowing what was going on around me, I got lost. And that's why I decided to shape my mouth and murmur some words to some ladies whom I partially knew.

But I was still alone. Then I realized that I hadn't opened my heart yet - an opening for something new and great; an acceptance for pure reality. 

Soon after, I found myself walking along the 3rd floor of the MMJ building for my first official college class. My heart thumped to the beat of the footsteps of countless people as I nervously looked for my room. As I made my way to a wooden chair, I noticed pretty faces. Faces in which glamour and calmness exist in the midst of jittery; faces I never thought would serene my bothered heart. At that moment, as I glance more and appreciate them, I discerned that college is not about high grades or Latin honors though passing is a must. Instead, it is about smiles and laughter, happiness and kindness, simplicity and purity, maturity and diplomacy, truthfulness and serenity. And these, as I what I learned from those people during my first day, are yet to form inside me. 

But I guess these mere realizations led me to what I was dying to look for: friends. The ladies I met are not the best I admit. Yet, they are the rarest you'll see in Miriam. Each of them displays various behaviors that will make you stay with them more. At first sight you can say that they have attitudes. However, their character is as clear as a river's water. For in the way they deal with me, I conceived the importance of being true and how it will help you overcome college. In that instant, I felt inspired.

Afterwards that moment, I came to meet various professors who are undeniably suitable in their field. They talked about themselves with dignity. Some shared events and lessons that nurtured them into becoming better persons. The time each of them dismissed the class, I realized my value. I understood why I am here and knew that from the time I punched my frosh college I.D., I became someone. I stopped from believing that I am nothing. And that the norms of my mistakes signaled something shocking: I am worth it. 

In a broader perspective, I fathomed that first days exist because of a phenomena that will make you feel you’re somebody: experience. Now that I no longer have to show brittleness because of such venture, I will feel my youth and worth. I will cherish my growth as I determine my future.