Silver Year
Status: Back to school
Organizational Communication is the process of creating and exchanging messages within a network of interdependent relationships to cope with environmental uncertainties.
Ohmygawd, I so missed reciting that Orcom definition of Goldhaber’s. It was fun reminiscing about the college days that admittedly isn’t long ago yet but it seemed so with the gravity of changes we had undergone after leaving Oble’s arms and jumping into the real world. It was bliss to see my classmates again, all looking great and fab 
It was happy seeing Ma’am Sarile again, still bursting with elegance and beauty, charm and wits, that endeared all of us into staying in the course the moment we took up Orcom 101. It was extremely funny to remember the infolink days and the way Ma’am Sarile had this affinity for using uber obvious speech enders (For batch 2008, it is an elegant and poised ‘Huh?!’ For our batch, it is ‘There.’ For batch 2011, it is ‘Yon.’) There were nine of us from the batch who attended the event (see the photos below )
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some lines
Sigmund Freud: “The harder you try to forget something, the more you think about it subconsciously.”
Bugs Bunny: “I like dead end signs. They have the decency to let you know you’re going nowhere.”
John Lennon: “Time you enjoyed wasting, was not wasted.”
Madonna: “Poor is the man who’s pleasures depend on the permission of another.”
Stephen King: “God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live.”
that was it.
and i was there. at the PICC for the Hundredth Commencement Exercise of UP Manila.
it was fun, happy, exhilarating, sad experience. it was almost surreal.
i am just glad everything was over. all the latenight cramming of papers, all the allnighter for next day exams, all the heartpounding, hyperventilating reports and speeches that almost took me away.
but i will miss the good things like the guilty pleasures of procrastination, the cancellation of classes, the long vacant periods, the easy life of summer classes, and the lovable, remarkable professors. the friends, the dates, the foodtripping, the dance performances, the field trips. the safety of UP walls, of oble’s arms. i will miss the comfort of being a student and continuous flow of allowance.
am i ready to move to a new, higher level? i guess i am. with a few exceptions on some parts, i guess i am more than ready to shift to a new environment where there’d be more uncertainties than i had ever experienced. i just wish i could survive there as i had always done.
the diploma
and maybe, there would be no plastic teacups and annoying pulps around. ooh, and i hope only for just bosses.
