On
the month of April 2002 my world crashed. High School graduation was
near and I’ve just received a rejection letter. Well it wasn’t really a
rejection letter to begin with. It was a letter in a green envelope from
a university in Taft Avenue, Manila
saying that my scholarship application had been disapproved. I
qualified for their financial assistance program but it turned out that
there were other freshmen that needed the financial help more than I
did. The UPD rejection letter already arrived two months before. Now
that was the real rejection letter to the tune of “We are sorry that
your UPG didn’t make it to the cutoff of the Diliman campus, blablabla.”
I
had no other choice. Just a month to go and the next school year would
begin. I only did apply for admission in two universities. I was and
maybe to some extent still am a frustrated Green Archer. I wasn’t really
a Fighting Maroon wannabe; just happened that the tuition fee was
affordable and so I applied. Never did I aspire to be a Blue Eagle. Not
only is their tuition fee obscenely high but there campus is also far
from home. It was “Go Green Archers! Animo La Salle!” from the very
beginning. That didn’t happen and I’m just glad it didn’t.
It
turned out fate had a different plan for me but I would not realize it
until a year after. And so you might ask, “Where did I spend my first
year of college?” The answer is simple, in the building across my high
school building. At first it seemed like déjà vu but when I finally
realized that I wasn’t dreaming I found myself in that building wearing a
St. Benedict College – CAS uniform. Hello San Beda Alabang. Welcome one of your most loyal students ever!
Of
the eleven cousins in the family including myself, 8 of us spent our
elementary and high school days in a school in Alabang Hills called St. Benedict College which was formerly known as the Benedictine Abbey School
but now known as San Beda College Alabang. If there ever is a school
whose hobby is changing names then this would be it. That’s why when you
ask the older cousins in the family where they studied they would tell
you Benedictine Abbey School (BAS). When you ask our generation we would
tell you St. Benedict College (SBC). And when you ask the last cousin
to graduate in that school he will tell you San Beda College Alabang (Tama ba, Gino?)
Why
did I not like to spend college at SBC – CAS? I could give you a couple
of reasons that you would easily understand. In 2003 I have already
spent a total of 11 years in Alabang Hills. When I was in PREP it was
called the Benedictine Abbey School.
My uncle would drive me and another cousin to school using that red
pick-up (Yihee reminiscing...). I would cling tight on the iron railings
surrounding the gates of the BAS preschool just so my uncle would not
leave me. The teachers, with the help of the ever reliable guard, would
have to use pliers to get my hands off the railing so I could finally
attend class (Okay, the pliers part was a joke) after which I would cry
like there is no tomorrow. Surprise, surprise! I hated school. I bet you
never thought I did. Well, surprise. And so that is reason number one.
Hello, 11 years and 4 more? Ano ito loyalty award? In
that one year in SBC-CAS I did not take the school bus because it was so
“high school” but it would have been more convenient for me if I did.
The “college” feel wasn’t there. I felt that it was high school all over again, just in another building.
Reason
number two is also simple. I did not like the way some of the courses
were handled. I specifically have one IT instructor in mind who just did
not have the authority figure. Once the students asked him, “Sir i-dismiss niyo na kami, McDonald’s na lang tayo!” and he did. Of course I was happy too, McDonalds e, ALABANG TOWN CENTER na ito!
Later I just realized that I didn’t like that. Of course I am not
making a generalization about the whole SBC-CAS faculty. A couple of
years have already passed and things could be different now. Besides, I
only spent a year there so I have no right whatsoever to generalize on
the competence of the faculty. Also there were subjects that I took
which were handled very well and to some extent even better than the way
some UPD subjects are handled. I think it just depends on the
professor. It might sound ambitious of me but I wanted to transfer to
Diliman, and I did.
I
think I would just have to mention though that the one year I’ve spent
in SBC-CAS was the best year of my life in terms of SOCIALIZING with the
student population. I became part of a large group of friends in the
Information Technology block. Yes, my course was IT. We went to Alabang Town Center
and Festival Mall on Fridays (Friday is the SBC-CAS equivalent of a UPD
Wednesday). We made fun of instructors and professors with me almost
always on the lead. My social life that is in a coma right now was very
much alive and kicking until I transferred to UPD. So what does this
mean? Does your social life die when you enter UPD? Well not necessarily
but mine did and it was my choice so no one really is to blame but
myself.
When
I was in my third year in high school I chose the Medical Science
career track. We skeletonized cats and dissected chickens. During those
times the smell of Alcogel at lunch time became a scent that eventually
saved you your lunch money considering the fact that MED SCI classes
were almost always near lunch time. When I ran into one of my MedSci
teachers during a school procession in that one year I’ve spent at
SBC-CAS she asked me, “O ano na ang course mo ngayon?” I answered Information Technology. She replied, “Di bale SCIENCE pa rin naman yun, Computer SCIENCE” and then we laughed.
I
loved writing when I transferred to UPD. I erroneously associated this
hobby to Journalism which finally became my course when I entered UPD. I
have decided to finally transfer to Diliman. I had an unconscious
feeling of rebellion against my parents deep inside me back then.
Unconsciously I blamed them for what happened to my college life.
Daydreaming of what could have and should have been became a past time.
There was that sense of revulsion. Why can’t they enroll me at DLSU? Why
should I be stuck at SBC-CAS? I was ambitious and I knew it. I had to
prove a point. If they won’t find a way to get me out of SBC-CAS then I
will. It was as if I was challenging my parents without them even
knowing it. DLSU is no longer a possibility that time. It was UPD, then
or never.
I
passed all the necessary documents. My GWA at SBC-CAS was around 1.49,
just enough to guarantee a passport to UPD. Of the courses open to
transferees European Languages was the easiest target just to get in.
One only needed a 1.5 GWA and an interview. For Journalism one needed a
1.5 and a written exam. Between an interview and a written exam I think
the former is a better shot. I placed EL as my primary choice, a safe
choice. Journalism was second. I took the exam. I passed. I forgot all
about EL until a year after...
UPD
was not the place I expected it to be. UPD had some sort of a geeky
reputation. People said that students there resembled calculators. Of
course that is not true unless you are in the Math building. I thought
all the professors would be oldies who hated the world. I’ve encountered
some of them but believe me, they are not the only members of the very
large and diverse UPD faculty. The university is so... different. People
don’t walk around the oval reading books or doing geeky stuff like I
thought. That’s when I realized finally that UPD is UPD, the right mix
of the geeky and the social. UPD is a liberated world far from SBC-CAS
where students were not allowed to wear white socks, apply hair gel nor
have their heads shaved. UPD was a different world of which I became
part.
UPD
also has its fair share of bitches who hate transferees. Before the
feminists react violently let me clear it out why I singled out the
female gender. In my almost four years of stay at UPD I have never
encountered a male student who maligned transferees but females
slandering transferees, yes. Fortunately for us we don’t get branded on
the forehead with the word TRANSFEREE, giving us the luxury to blend in
with the crowd and freely observe the conceited UPCAT PASSERS (as they
proudly call themselves) without them noticing.
There
was one of them who rabidly hated transferees. Maybe a transferee bit
her or something; hence she became a rabid transferee hater. She was
very vocal and even name dropped schools ranging from Assumption to San
Beda. “E paano naman kasi ang tataas magbigay ng grades sa
Assumption tiyaka sa ibang schools, e di siyempre tatanggapin sila rito
paglipat nila.” I don’t even want to recall the litany of bull crap
that she mentioned. I am just thankful that my face just had and still
has a uniformly catatonic expression that hides the real emotions I feel
inside. She never asked me if I was a transferee, maybe she never
thought I was because if she knew I bet she wouldn’t be so vocal.
What
lesson did I learn from this experience? Some UPD students see the
UPCAT as a one-time examination that determines their over-all
performance in their 4 or 5 years of stay in the university. They almost
forget that it is just a one-time qualifying exam to get them in and
that it does not automatically make them oh so
supercalifragilisticexpialidociously better than the “Others” that they
could just sit their asses down, badmouth transferees, and expect 1.0’s
to fall down from heaven. In short these people are so conceited they
think they have the license to judge the intellect of other people in
relation to their passing of the UPCAT. This is the part where you smile
after the slander is committed and slap the bitch with your transcript
by virtue of your imagination.
Does
anybody ever FAIL the UPCAT? If you fail the UPCAT then you should go
back to your high school and hand out leaflets with a picture of your
science teacher and a caption maligning his or her intellect. What’s my
point? I think nobody ever fails the UPCAT. It is just that not
everybody makes the cut to enter the UP campus of their choice. If my
figures are correct 70,000+ students take the UPCAT every year and only
4,000+ are accepted. If the 66,000+ actually failed the UPCAT (as in
their grades for the exam didn’t even reach 60%) then God help our high
school educational system. This is what they call FAILING the UPCAT,
which in my opinion is demeaning because it is not true. To cut the long
story short YES I am a transferee and my 2.5 UPG didn’t make the cut
but here I am doing English class with you and in the end I even got a
better grade. Bitch.
Journalism
was fun for the first year. The Journalism professors are brilliant
specially Prof. Luis Teodoro (Yihee favorite...) I did have one problem
though: I did not fare well writing straight news. The type of writing
that I loved when I decided to transfer to UPD is the kind of writing
that you would see in this blog. It was blog writing all along, opinion
writing. In writing straight news you would do better not editorializing
unless you want a file of libel cases on your desk first thing in the
morning. And because in the first two years of the Journalism curriculum
one can only take three Journalism courses (each one is a prerequisite
of the next) then it also took me almost two years to finally decide I
wanted out. What made me decide to shift out? Well, a lot of things.
On
my second semester at UPD I had this classmate who was and I think
still is a European Languages major. He was studying German as his major
and Portuguese as his minor. When he talked about his course I
listened, which is very weird considering that I don’t usually interact
with anyone in the classroom unless the conversation is of real interest
to me. I asked him about his plans. Back then the EL program seemed
more like a joke to me. Okay, you study German and then what? When you
graduate you become fluent in German, you go to Germany
maybe and then what? Talk to the people there? Is that a job? It seemed
like a pretty unstable career path for me. It was more like a leisure
course for rich kids rather than a “real” career. For me EL was flawed
as a career track but I could never deny that the idea of learning a
foreign language and using it as a form of livelihood was and still is
very appealing.
Halfway through my second year in UPD the family had to abruptly migrate to Malaysia.
I was already thinking of transferring to EL before it happened. In
fact I already made a FAILED ATTEMPT to transfer to EL. Journalism
suddenly became boring and as I said I already wanted out. EL was the
only other logical course. Now I’m the kind of person who depends
greatly on snap decisions. One morning in April 2004, after a full year
in UPD I woke up and told myself: “I will transfer to the Department of
European Languages!” It was too late. The period for shifting already
elapsed. I was stuck for one more year in the College of Mass Communications.
I
gave it a chance. Maybe I would learn to love Journalism once more. The
desire to transfer however could not be denied and like a drug addict
hungry for pot I started smuggling European Languages courses in the
highly anti-foreign language Journalism curriculum. The Broadcast
Communication majors have at least 3 units of foreign language elective.
Why don’t we Journalism majors have one? We write articles for heaven’s
sake! They just read from Teleprompters. What do they need a foreign
language for?
I
successfully pre-enlisted French 10, 11, German 10, and 11 thanks to
CRS but since the advisers felt “obliged” to be concerned about the
interest of the department they did not allow me to take the classes.
“You can take courses outside the curriculum on summer term,” the
college secretary said. Yeah right, bite me. I smuggled Spanish 10 for
the first semester of the second year, slowly but surely, one subject
now, two subjects next semester. I was able to smuggle Spanish 12 and 13
when second semester came (I actually skipped Spanish 11, taray!)
And then the Malaysia Migration chapter came into being. Everything was
on a standstill. Academics, which was the only life I had, went on a
coma.
TO BE CONTINUED...