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JENNY ROSE PANALIGAN
During senior year in high school, when we were all busy applying for college, the thought of studying in a university as prestigious as Ateneo was merely wishful thinking. I mean, there is no way that I can persuade my parents to cover such costly tuition fees. After all, they believe that education should be earned and not bought. So you could just imagine the pressure on me to pass the UPCAT or to acquire for myself one of these elusive scholarship grants so I could continue to a decent college education. Fast forward to the present, I-sophomore scholar of the Ateneo de Manila and the Bukas Sarili Foundation taking up BS Psychology-am now able to look back to my freshman year. A year that I could not have had if it were not for the kind hearts of people who believe in the importance of education. To say that this freshman year of mine is fun will be a blatant understatement. It will not do justice to every single new experience I had in college. Not to mention the day before the first day of school, when I think invented a new level of excitement for me, which did not went dissatisfied. I had my many memorable firsts, most of which are very mababaw, like my first caf food and my first borrowed book in the library. Then later on, I said to myself that I am not here merely to have fun. English papers had to be made, orals in Filipino had to be practiced, anatomy of the frog had to be memorized and so many other things which had to be done. When all these things were thrown our way, my blockmate said that the novelty of college is starting to wear off, but I replied that for me, it is still mounting up. I looked forward to every class that I have, well, maybe save for Math which I truly dread. Nevertheless, each day for me is a new challenge and a new experience. The classes that I enjoy the most are my Humanities subject; English and Filipino. I only have kind words for my professors, to whom I owe a good deal of my freshman year. They made it as insightful and as heartening as possible. They made me love reading more, made me embrace poetry and literature to the core. Now that I am looking back to my freshman year, I can not help but feel nostalgic. I miss my English R16 block, Vin my dissected frog, the tambay hour at Faura between English and Filipino class and even my grueling algebra class (yeah, right…). Along with this nostalgia comes the string of thanks rightfully belonging to wonderful people who helped me along the way. It's only been one year and I still have three more years to look forward to. I could only wish that my sophomore, junior and senior year will be as insightful, memorable and fun as my freshman year.
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