Surrounded: the term in review

To all who took the same program as me for the past three years, ponder upon this. Can you ever imagine yourself taking up nursing instead?

Don't get me wrong here - I have nothing against nursing students, although some might know my ditty against incoming college students who substitute their dreams for a nursing course, and a chance to earn dollars abroad. But imagine us in school, reading up on biology rather than film theory, wearing all-white uniforms, and discussing about our hospital duties in the coming weeks. Maybe it's easier if you imagine us wearing those uniforms, maybe with a badge somewhere, with our names written on it. Don't change everything else - the smile, the sense of humor, the demeanor. Everything but the uniform.

Every time I go home, I always chance upon nursing students, some of which I personally know from elementary school. I never really asked about their experiences, probably because they always asked about me, wondering whether the newspapers I made ten years ago were still being "published" in college. But I always wondered whether they were happy with their choices, or whether that was merely a decision imposed upon them.

While going home yesterday, though, I was particularly struck. My slumber was disturbed when the bus stopped to pick up a group of nursing students, who were still in school for some reason, but still having fun. They were laughing wildly, joking about stuff I probably wouldn't understand, but there they were. If the country had new heroes, they would probably be it.

Still wondering about the implications of their decision, I remembered what Miss Mel posted on my Multiply site. "Good luck sa industriya!" she said. "Don't sell out! Keep the flame glowing!"

Now, I'm not calling nursing students sell-outs to international demand. Somehow, though, I prefer to call us communication students as mavericks, who decided to go against what the world really wants in order to be heard. They say the industry is ruthless. I say there really isn't any more space left, and we'll probably drift into another "sell-out" career: call centers. And yet we chose to train specifically to join the media, even if some say that really isn't necessary. Save for those who prefer to be on the technical side of things, you only have to be good-looking to make it.

Even funnier, the alleged ruthless nature of the real world is reflected in everything we've done, and are probably still (stuck at) doing. We've just ended three years, and some of us are calling it a day, while others are still trying to get tired. Supposedly everything is in it's right place - capabilities, limitations, maybe quirks and perks - but it still manages to break free once in a while. Or maybe more often than that.

The just-concluded term was anything but safe. It was more like playing the game, again, for the first time. Suddenly you don't know the rules, the players, and the audience you're trying to entertain. (Come to think of it, basketball players live to entertain.) I hate the idea of failing when you're supposed to know everything; then again, it happened. Oh, but people don't really change now, do they? All they think of is getting to the last few slots in the industry, all by slashing throats and stabbing chests.

Now that all is done - either we've made peace or we've made nothing - what comes next? Three years is a long time, although it's not really supposed to be that way, but once we finished the last requirements and got (almost) everything else out of the way, we sit idle and wonder. Yes, that's it, and all we have to do is wait for our diplomas to arrive and prove to the world that we're worth their anxieties.

Everybody who's preferred not to be cynical about my achievements have asked me one thing. "What do you plan next?" always ends with "hindi ko pa alam," and a feeling that you should start moving forward before they manage to slit your throat. To be honest, I really don't know what to do yet. I'm still worrying about what I'm leaving behind, and whether I'm leaving behind something that won't disturb me soon. You know, stuff like, "cum laude ka nga, pero iniwasan mo si Groyon at Sibayan" - all those people saying I don't really deserve it, that I haven't really done anything...

...well, turns out people really change. We're now equipped to scratch the necks of those we think should go down. In every case, that somehow happens to be me. To that, I say, happy graduation to the lucky ones.

And your responses...

i prolly know those "elementary school" that you're talking about...sino-sino? lol..

and yea, do you still want to pursue that daily newspaper of yours? just tell me okay?

Anonymous Anonymous4/17/2008     

*elementary school people, i mean lols

Anonymous Anonymous4/17/2008     

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