HOW COLLEGE MEUP SCREWED
March 2015, six in the morning. KRIIIIIIIING. Snooze. KRIIIIIIIING. Snooze. KRIIIIIIIING. Snooze. This went on until I heard a loud shouting voice saying “Christian!!! Ligo na! Don't be late for the ceremony!” Then it hit me. This b***h is graduating from high school. Not next week, but TODAY. I was SHOOKT, GIRL! No more “Bayang magiliw perlas ng silanganan,” but more independence! Goodbye Bantayan Island, hello big city!
The day went by so fast. It started with the mass, and then the rites, and then the traditional graduation rites. We all graduated in high school so you should know what I'm talking about. Next thing I knew, I was alone at 2 in the morning asking myself, what now? What should I get in college? Well, besides the allowance. What course should I take? Intercourse? (But of course, I'm just kidding!)
2:30 a.m.: I've always wanted to host events. Maybe I can be a host? I've always wanted to do the “Hello mga Kapamilya, it's your Kamags Christian, MagTV na!” Or the Sunday show where they say “Kamot sa atubangan, ang pangutana...”
2:35 a.m.: I googled: “What course should I get, I want to host.” LOEADING. Page 1, Mass Communication. Scroll, Mass Communi... Scroll, Mass co... Scroll. Ugh!