Seven years. It took me seven years to earn a college degree. That’s a full Hogwarts education right there. That’s as long as Carson’s college life and unrequited love for Dio in I’m Drunk, I Love You.
Still. It has been seven years of grace for me. True, it took me a long time compared to my classmates in high school—but, more than anything, these past seven years have been formative. I have learned to look at the bigger picture: that there is a world out there lacking sorely in justice and compassion, but this world is where my true calling lies. To help, to serve.
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It started around this time last year, maybe even earlier―how I knew I wasn’t going to stay. When I finally, consciously, acknowledged it, though, I was struck by the gravity of what I was leaving behind: more than the university, more than the sacrifices, more than all the time I have devoted to the course.
I was leaving all of you behind.
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She likes everything Korean―people, music, etc. Once or twice, when we sat together in a coffee shop, she told me how they’re her favorite people. She actually knows how to write in Hangul. She watches TV shows in her spare time (or even during her not-so-spare time, haha) and reads occasionally. The first letter of her name is K, for Kaye; for Korea.
I love her.
Continue reading “The Girl Who Swam Against the Current”
It was during our Psychological Test before freshman year when I first met you. You had long hair, thin limbs, and such a beautiful face. I sat behind you and I remember noticing how furiously eager you scribbled your essays on the questionnaire. A few moments later, you dropped your pencil and I picked it up for you.
You smiled and said thank you.
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Sometimes, you just want the emotions to unentangle themselves from all the work that needs to be done. That kind wherein you just want to stop feeling in order to get to focus on the more pressing matters. But the thing about these emotions is that they have a tendency to rear their heads out when you’re most stressed out and have a mountain of things to do.
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Dear Greg House,
I had a friend like Wilson. I didn’t want to push our friendship to its breaking point, but eventually, I did. And I was given a choice. Still, I decided to push it. It was my call, you’d probably say. Yes, it was. So, I lost this friend.
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11:11. That time of the day especially reserved for wishing—that one minute wherein both rationality and logic take a backseat, just to believe and to hope, even for things dubbed “impossible” by people.
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