I was always the carefree girl who loved to play games with my cousins and friends… but during weekends I used to help my dad with the farm chores (yup, I was raised to be a countryside girl).

Studying for me was so boring and I would find means just to escape the claws of my mom when she teaches me at home. And I thought school was never fun at all. But before I realized, I was already 14 yrs. old and I began to take responsibilities in school that I never imagined in my whole existence. Of course my mom was glad. And because of the hectic schedules in school I seldom help my dad in our farm and that made me kinda sad cause I am my father’s girl.

I am the unica ija and because of that it was never difficult for me to ask favors from my dad. But my mom is a different story… She is the stricest person I knew that my friends would not want to go to our house because they are just terrified!

Yeah, me and my mom had our common fights and it took me a while to realize it was just motherly love. Her over protectiveness and irrational rants against me … it really took a while…

So before I forget what I have done in the past 16 years of my life in school I’ll write what I can still remember about those times.

 

Highlights during my high school years: 

• active cadette officer of the Girl Scout
• joined and participated our local church choral
• a softball varsity player
• a columnist
• frustrated painter
• always the main character of different plays (radio, drama, theatre …)
• officer of Sports Club and an avid member of Science and Math Club
• a catechist

College years:  

• member of the Honors Society
• a varsity
• an officer
• columnist and later became the Opinion Editor
• won the school pageant
• joined sports competition in and out of school
• loved Science even more
• a rotary member
• joined the church choir

 

Graduate School:  

• almost finished in two years
• a varsity scholar
• no social life
• a tutor

Work:  

• educator/professor
• a coach
• single
• mid 20’s
• stressful life …

at this point in my life I decided to write again and maybe allow myself to express what I feel and reason out what I have observed in my society.   I jot down the highlights in my life to give me an inspiration that I am useful… I did not write down these things because I am self-centered but because I am proud I made a difference…. and I still wanted to feel I did made a difference.