I don't understand why I endured so much to get my hand into this piece of paper. When sis went to meet Clara in Cebu last January, she lodged an application in my behalf. Now, six months later, I found myself with an invite to tag along for the Fulbright Alumni Conference at Silliman. That was an opportunity I was waiting for in order to claim it, or so I thought.
What I didn't anticipate was that the one-way trip would already eat up five hours and that only one bus was available on my way back. All the time I was debating with myself whether to stay the night and finally meet Matt or take the bus back to Dumaguete. All outcomes considered, I chose the latter.
Once in Cebu and looking at the volume of vehicles in standstill at the Landbank intersection, I decided to walk my way to USJR. It was a feeling of deja vu, walking from Colon to Carbon. The familiarity of the place evoked some sentiments I wasn't aware I had in me.
As a result of my not asking the lady guard where to go for my purpose, I wasted a lot of time in queue at the wrong window. I should have been finished in less than thirty minutes with enough time to spend with the Baguioros. Before I left, I went to visit the Graduate school office and I was amazed at the face lift of the rather drab hallway on the second floor which we found eerie back then. Now, it has been installed with a glass door, air-conditioner and workstations by the window. Students "studying" are a sight to behold. The new restrooms need mentioning as well. The experience is akin to that found in new the malls. Oh, how time have changed. Well except for my graduate course. The curriculum hasn't changed yet but I'm still mulling over my capacity to pay for P1280 per unit course work. Until then.
What I didn't anticipate was that the one-way trip would already eat up five hours and that only one bus was available on my way back. All the time I was debating with myself whether to stay the night and finally meet Matt or take the bus back to Dumaguete. All outcomes considered, I chose the latter.
Once in Cebu and looking at the volume of vehicles in standstill at the Landbank intersection, I decided to walk my way to USJR. It was a feeling of deja vu, walking from Colon to Carbon. The familiarity of the place evoked some sentiments I wasn't aware I had in me.
As a result of my not asking the lady guard where to go for my purpose, I wasted a lot of time in queue at the wrong window. I should have been finished in less than thirty minutes with enough time to spend with the Baguioros. Before I left, I went to visit the Graduate school office and I was amazed at the face lift of the rather drab hallway on the second floor which we found eerie back then. Now, it has been installed with a glass door, air-conditioner and workstations by the window. Students "studying" are a sight to behold. The new restrooms need mentioning as well. The experience is akin to that found in new the malls. Oh, how time have changed. Well except for my graduate course. The curriculum hasn't changed yet but I'm still mulling over my capacity to pay for P1280 per unit course work. Until then.
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