April marks the month when I was finally able to achieve something big. It’s always a good memory to come back to, and I know that I will always remember it fondly. I finally graduated from college in April 2016 and it was surreal. Sure, when I was an undergrad I was always saying “am I really working my ass off for a piece of paper??“, but nothing can ever compare to the feeling of finally going up the stage to receive your diploma. More than anything though, graduation season makes everyone look back on all the years that had passed. So here’s an exported post from my previous blog as to why college is my greatest adventure. Yet.
I’ve been struggling to find the words to explain how I feel. It’s been a month and I still don’t know how to properly express what I felt when you told me that we have to go our separate ways. I’ve always found it easy to put into writing what I feel but I’m at loss with how I should write about us. Maybe because writing about it means it’s actually real, that it’s really over. Or maybe that no matter how painful it was, I know it deserves nothing but the best of my words.
Things don’t always go my way which is why I’ve given up on planning my long term life. Before I graduated from highschool, I had a time frame of where I want to be and when I should be there. When the first part of my plan failed, I was extremely lost — I didn’t know what to do so much so that I just wanted to stop. But of course, my parents wouldn’t let me do that so I had to get back up and keep going. It was then that I just told myself to stop pressuring myself, to stop planning, and to just let things go.
2016 was a bittersweet year. A lot has happened that hindered me from achieving what I wanted to do. I’ve always been one to dream big but I’m also that someone who chickens out at the last minute. I don’t like it but I’m trying to change that, especially because I feel like I know much better now than I ever did before. The last year has taught me a lot about what I want in life, and about what matters most. For the past few years, I’ve been setting up goals for myself and I rarely get to achieved more than one or two. This year, I’m going to set up much more realistic ones and do my best to achieve (or be close to achieving) them by the end of the year.
I think most of us can agree that 2016 was such a major shit fest. Of course there were a few really good things that has happened but the majority of events are just meh. I thought this year could’ve gone better but I’d take 2015 back in a heartbeat. But I won’t wish for it, I’m just looking forward to a new (and hopefully better!) year ahead. Here, I write the highlights of my year (both the good and the bad) in various aspects: academics, blogging, family, relationships, and my personal journey.
It has only just sunk in that I am actually a young adult. I am no longer someone who has to depend on her parents for every single thing. I am now expected to be able to run my own errands, to possess a valid government ID, to be able to drive, to know what I want to do in life, to be able to handle my finances well (or at least be financially literate), to be able to go to places on my own, to be able to commute to and from places, and basically just know how to take care of myself. I sound like a huge responsibility and I am quite scared of how I’m ever going to make it on my own should my parents actually allow me to live all by myself. So instead of creating a New Year’s resolution, I will just list down the things that I am over with, and things that I will start doing now that I’m 21. Kind of like an affirmation post for my past 20 things I’m going to do in my 20s post.
I went in for a job interview yesterday and I’ve never been so disappointed in my whole life. I was casually looking through JobStreet to look for a job to keep me preoccupied until med school starts. I just kept submitting my resumes to different companies near home because I didn’t want to get stressed out with the commute, nevermind that the pay might not be up to par as to how much a fresh graduate should be paid — I just wanted to do something to keep me away from boredom. As a psychology graduate, we were taught in our industrial psychology class that of course, everything in our resume must be true and that includes our picture. Of course I had mine taken at a studio and I told them not to remove my birthmark (but just take out the pimple that decided to show up that day 😀 ), and that is the picture I pasted on ALL of my resumes and on all my legal papers.