Back Off The Slack Off

It takes a lot of courage and confidence for you to be able to get out of your comfort zones.

I spent almost twelve years of hauling immaturity, but during those times I was not aware that I acted like an idiot, I felt like I have made right decisions then, I always felt right. Weren’t we all? It is natural to undergo the process of being a kid, of having the mind of a kid. What we considered as grown up decisions were not anymore applicable in today’s generation. This time, I was expected to change my childish ways because college life is totally different, but it never became very hard for me to adjust since I have friends who study in the same school as mine. Having said that, it was not easy to deal with the pressures and stressors your professors implant in my moody brain, I mean, it just functions only if I want to.

I entered the University without any achievements to boast about. Highschool, I was disqualified to any of the privileges a student can consider as “something” in order to have a good start in college. Reason: I got 77 in Physics. But, I have to say that I was not running for honors then because my opponents were consistent androids since they started off drawing apples up to the time they solve complicated equations without actually sweating ice unlike me; it was very hard to take the title away from them. Ergo, instead of punching the wind, I forfeited and decided to just make friends with them to help me pass. Kidding. Sorry, I’m talking too much.

My first year in college was a thin line between slacking off and…slacking off. A year full of regrets because I was unaware about the qualifications of being a cum laude. A year later, I found out when a friend informed me. I felt sorry for myself because I had foreseen and I had the feeling that if I only passionately worked hard all throughout, I could get a hold of such cum laude. I even computed my previous grades to check how many deteriorating scores are still needed to be filled up by my future grades. Luckily, I have the chance to run for the honor, but the question of “how” cuts me down to size.

I received good grades when I was in my second year college, not that good. But satisfied enough knowing that I was moving forward and a proof to show people that I was not dumb, my brain just needed some lubricant, it rusted for a while. That I'm no dumb, I’m just black. Sure that’s a joke. Moreover, I applied as a features correspondent in our College Paper, CAS Ideas. Challenge accepted.

So there, another year, another phase of life. Third year college, I became a College Scholar carried by sheer dedication, perhaps? This is the only thing I could brag about, forgive me if it leaves you an arrogant impression. In fact, no more than 10 people knew about this.


Note: First Person POV