The journey towards a college diploma
I’m 27 and a candidate for college graduation next month.
Plagued by personal issues and ruled by a scattered mind, I left the university when I was 20 to join the work force. Originally, my intention was to go back to school as soon as the issues that had upset me had been ironed out.
Turned out, however, that sometimes bad things could get even worse.
I was lucky because I found business owners and executives who hired me despite the lack of a college diploma. My course (BS Development Communication) and early experience in freelance writing certainly opened a lot of opportunities. I was able to work for several companies, explore different industries, meet a lot of interesting people and even hold important positions.
At one point, I was a supervising officer of a small but efficient team of college graduates. Ironically, it was then that I decided to resign to go back to school.
When it seemed to me that I had enough money for all the possible basic expenses of a regular student, I thought it was the time to go back to school. I had enough for tuition, as well as rental and utility expenses for the first few months.
My father and mother had died in 1997 and 2004, respectively, so I thought “home” could be anywhere. Moving to practically anywhere was one of the things I could do without much thinking. Several freelance writing assignments would feed me in the next few months.
Some people ask me why I never worked for a call center. The simplest answer is my concept of a “graveyard shift” includes only spending time with friends, watching movies at home, surfing the Internet, writing articles or playing computer games.
Indeed, I’ve been lucky because in all the jobs I’ve had, I was able to practice what I learned in school. Still, I wondered about the other things that I could still do if I had the diploma.
Reality bites
Going back to school after working for six years is definitely not a walk in the park. The lessons came in one ear and out the other without leaving anything to memory. The schedule was tight because I had several freelance writing assignments, which translated to deadlines everyday. I complained a lot, and thought that if things got even worse than what I could handle, I’d quit.
Then the storm “Milenyo” happened. It swept my university (University of the Philippines Los Baños) like no other storm had done since I first got here. The campus had no classes for a week because of huge fallen trees scattered everywhere. It also brought knee-deep waters inside and waist-deep mud-water outside my apartment, where I lived alone.
Literally, it was the worst storm I’d ever experienced. Figuratively, however, I’d been through a lot worse than that.
So it occurred to me, if I’d been given the gift and the ability to endure trials and challenges in life, why should I quit?
“You were fine without a diploma,” one of my friends said when I ranted and complained about the consequences of my going back to school. I don’t know if he was employing reverse psychology or was simply speaking matter-of-factly. What I do know is that statement has never left my memory since he said it.
He was right; I was fine. And the good news was, maybe things could still get better.
They say life is never about the destination; it’s always about the journey taken. The way I see it, though, it’s about both—the journey and the destination—because you can’t be fully satisfied by one without the other.
Despite this, however, I tend to be reckless of both until I get lost, or reach a disturbing but otherwise interesting point, commonly known as the stopover.
Stopovers come as interruptions in life. People perceive them differently. A stopover makes you realize that you’re on a journey, you have a destination, and you have to go on. It can also make you feel tired, and entice you to forget about the destination you have in mind.
Stopovers can also make you rethink the path that you’re taking. Do you continue on the same track, or do you cut across an unfamiliar way to be where you need to be?
Too many stopovers might have delayed my coming back to the path I’d begun before. But as vicious and emotionally draining they might have been, these stopovers have enabled me to go on.
As an incoming college freshman, it had not occurred to me that I would not graduate, or there would be circumstances to prevent me from graduating after four years. Perhaps I could attribute that to my inherent optimism.
However, some things changed. And some lessons were learned outside the school.
I now think personal issues, however serious they may be, should not be used as an excuse for losing interest in school—or any goal you have set in your life, for that matter.
At the end of the day, the issue is not about the layers of problems blocking your way, but how you find ways to overcome the blocks and continue on your journey, without blurring your vision of what you want to do and why. (Inquirer link here)
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