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June 4 and Misa de Apertura.

Mass will be held at around 9am. At the Santissimo Rosario Parish Church.

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math test: a farmer plants 7 crops of tomatoes and 3 crops of carrots what is the probablity his moms name is leslie
history test: the american civil war ended in 1865, explain how this had a defining role in the extinction of dinosaurs
literature test: explain what the author meant by, "the apple was as red as an apple"
physics tests: The aliens ate 3.4 doughnuts. Their crumbs fell to the Earth because of gravity. Calculate how many penguins are eating pancakes at the speed of light.

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No, this is not an actual, stereotypical love “love story”. What I meant is the romance of the other kind. I do not know if this post can in any way be considered as heroic or what. Just to make clear on this one.

Well, UST was definitely on the top three list of my preferred universities, due to my having known it intimately since childhood. In the USTH was where my grandfather usually had his regular check-ups, ever since his health failed and he suffered a stroke. However, since I was really immature back then, I hadn’t realized that there was an actual school beyond the towering shadow of the old Medical Arts building.

Yes, I am really and truly grateful to have been admitted now to UST. On the other hand, though, I am still regretting that I hadn’t been able to pass the UPCAT due to my deficiencies in Algebra. Compared to my ceiling-high scores in the English and Reading Comprehension parts of the exam, I plummeted down hard in Math. I bore the results shamefully, even though I’ve known ever since first grade that Math really wasn’t my strong suit. My Waterloo, as Mr. Zaporteza, my former Speech teacher, had been kindly enough to supply.

Well, surprising to say, I only applied to these two universities, which were UP and UST. I had originally wanted to go to UP because they had a program on AB Creative Writing, which I immediately flagged down as my ideal program pursuit. But since in the application form they required that I list down two schools and two programs under each, what I wrote was this:

UP - Diliman

a. AB Creative Writing

b. BS Biology (This was my easiest subject next to English)

UP - Manila

a. BS Biology

b. BS Biochemistry (I was a persistent brat, but this is actually a branch of Chemistry rather than Biology)

Very imaginative, I guess. I told myself that I’d endure the daily two-hour trip to Diliman, QC back and forth if I can just claim a spot in my dream course.

Compare to the halfhearted application that I sent UST:

a. BS Biology

b. AB Literature

Somehow, they mixed the two up and listed AB Literature as my first choice, but meh. I didn’t mind.

Well, that was when I received the results from UP as aforementioned and plummeted down the depths. Well, it was minutes after I received word from UST that I miraculously passed my exam, so I was still a bit mollified on that point.

I remember that day when I received the results over the Internet. Yes, I, the composed Internet writer under the pseudonym “ringosatou17”, who was known by her readers as a person who can effectively and coolly execute a beautiful chapter without breaking a smile or a single thrill, I, who was known by her schoolmates as a student as silent as the grave, actually whooped and jumped down three steps and excitedly screamed the moment I read that God saved me from the hassle of applying to another university and sent me to the oldest existing Catholic university in all of Asia.

Whoop!

Then a stressful half-year of making reservations and actual enrollment procedures, the trips to Tayuman and then Espana getting more and more frequent as the stark reality that I am actually admitted and going to one of the largest universities in the continent sank in. I memorized the stops and the loading stations, the landmarks and the actual buildings in the campus that led to my final destination: the building that housed the Faculty of Arts and Letters.

Tens of thousands of pesos well spent, I was thinking when I had looked around and welcomed the sight of the distinguished, darkened halls of the St. Raymond building.

The second step to my dream. This is IT.

Now that I’m facing a little over a week before actually facing the faded facade of the pontifical university that was UST, I clasp my hands and somehow pray that I survive this obstacle. The trip from Malabon to the dusky streets of Manila was considerably shorter than the trip to Quezon City, but I know that the challenges after that fateful first trip in my new white blouse and blue skirt will be as intimidating as the first day that I set foot on the historical grounds and thought, “What a blatantly haunted beauty.”

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