Average is Something Much More
Spending college in UP has been extraordinary. In so many levels, I’ve experienced quite a number of both bizarre and blissful things I could’ve not done ever in any private university. Right now before graduation rites, I’ve been encountering attachment symptoms. I can’t seem to liberate myself from the multi-walled institution I’ve been for four years. It seemed like yesterday, I was just being melodramatic about high school but I figured: My college life IS way better than high school’s. No offense.
I know it sounds awful but I’ve never been that “excellent” in UP, generally. I wasn’t diving in grades of uno, getting labeled by meticulous professors as “outstanding,” aiming to become the best-thesis producer in our batch, nor being attributed as a journ major by my look. Believe me, people have had thought of me as broadcast or film major, thus my lack of cerebral vibes has misled them more often than not. Like the man in the previous video, I’m one of the… Average. To drill it further, the one alphabetically before me in the upcoming graduation ceremony is the college valedictorian. Ahh, self-esteem.
Let’s face it, being an average [student] has its perks – no one thinks they’re crazy and people would generally like you.
But hell I care.
I think I’ve done what I can do best. I lent my ears to very intelligent professors and more importantly, got the professors I like to lend their ears to me. I became active in several organizations, college-wide and university-wide. I collected a lot of friends I could ever imagine. I went to field trips and breathed in immersion sites. I realized that I belonged to masscomm after thinking of shifting to creative writing then getting a 3.0 in CW10. I figured out that I hate news, but I know how it is ethically delivered; that I’ll never consider envelopmental journalism as a career track; that I can deal with PhotoShop, Dreamweaver and Windows Movie Maker in just a breeze; that I am a promising photographer, blogger, magazine host, DJ and, yes, singer (modesty aside). I dined on fishballs, isaw, pancit canton, kwek-kwek twice a week at least, but never picked up hepatitis. I developed a love-hate relationship with CRS and resolved to work as RA for free FOR three straight semesters, just to get the subjects I want/deserve. I learned to voice out my political slants and truly evolved to being more critical. I knew popular figures like Rizal, Marx, Durkheim, Blumer, de Saussure, etc. better. I obtained unsolicited dilemmas on frat invitations, intra-org spats, and recent personal scandals. I concluded that romance is just games for the most part. I achieved to be as academically diligent as possible such that my cumulative average was on a raucous brink: 1.75 (Yes, I’m still cum laude). I used all modes of transportation just to pass a late paper. I squeezed out my charm reserves just to have my thesis adviser pass me in the first place. I’ve been, err, wild.
You see, I’ve realized that each of us is never too average. And if people think I’m still ‘average’ for them, I won’t fuzz. I’ve been me and I’ve been good at it. I may have done more stupid than sensible things in my four years but at least I did find the thing they will never find without my permission: Myself.