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My First 100 Days in UP

by Kristo Rey Quinon

I was scared.  I was totally afraid of UP before entering its doors.  I had my own expectations of becoming aloof.  The idea of becoming lost in such a big university haunted my thoughts during my summer days.  I thought that I would have a very hard time adapting to its customs.  Since UP has always been known a prestigious university, the idea of not being able to cope up never eluded my mind.  I wasn’t conditioned to survive the so called struggles of every UP student.  I thought that I would be alone and weak in UP.

I wasn’t prepared to enter UP because I thought that I was still in the growing process during that time.  I felt that I still wasn’t mature enough to enter UP.  I was full of fears and doubts.  I was anxious and afraid.  Who wouldn’t be?

UP is one wild jungle and if you keep your guard down you might end up being eaten alive by the wild animals of UP, if you know what I mean.

I was fed with the idea that UP did not have totally good environment like elementary and high school wherein life is always easier.  I was told that the up there is a very harsh world.  I wasn’t prepared and with that I thought that my start in UP would be a total failure.  After all, failure to prepare is synonymous with preparing to fail anyway.

Upon entering its walls, I felt uncomfortable with the things that were happening.  I wasn’t at ease at all.  I felt anxious about the things which were set for us UP freshmen.  If you’d ask any other freshman I’m sure they’d say the same.  UP is a jungle and we are the ones lost inside.

UP for us wasn’t like any other university. It was unique and in that sense we were all tense upon stepping inside the institution.

Fortunately, my expectations and anxiety slowly faded away with the help of a lot of heart-warming people. The higher years of UP gave us all a very warm welcome.  Despite the fact that we were still a bit stiff and quiet.  They really did their best to help us especially during our first few social events.  The jungle called UP wasn’t terrifying at all with the aid of the faculty, higher years and a few friends met along the way.

Yes, at first it may look like were trapped inside a jungle but once you meet a lot of good people along the way.  It won’t be long until you realize that UP isn’t a jungle at all.  It would start looking like a ZOO as a matter of fact.  After meeting new acquaintances along the way, one would start to notice that UP is filled with a lot of different personalities and strange places.

It may be hard at first but once you get to meet new people and acquaintances the journey becomes more enjoyable.  The fear of being alone never again haunted me.  I guess my first one hundred days would consist the period in time wherein one gets to feel he is not alone. One can feel that he/she belongs to a certain entity, and that would be UP.  My first few days were the total opposite of what I expected it to turn out to be.

Today, my life in UP is slowly becoming happier by the moment.  It feels easier to walk inside UP with the idea of having friends two steps behind you ( Isn’t that a song? Lol :).  It may sound cliché but its true and I can proudly say that I’m starting to adapt with the so called UP life. The personality development stage is finally taking progress. With the help of some good and “tamed” animals in UP, I have finally found a home within a jungle.

Before, I thought that I wasn’t mature enough to enter UP. I thought I needed to grow up a little more to survive. But after my first one hundred days I have realized that that isn’t my problem anymore. UP takes care of that problem for us. The growing stage doesn’t take place before. It happens in UP.

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A Freshman’s Life in UP

by Proud pupaCz
BSBA (Marketing)

“There are no secrets to success.  It is the result of preparation, hard work, and learning from failure.” – Colin L. Powell

Who would have thought college will be this great and tiring? This is what was in my head on surviving my first month in the University of the Philippines. For even before the opening of classes my feet ached because of my trips from the City Campus to the Miami Campus continuously submitting the requirements that the university asked for and to think that was my first time to be doing such things by myself. My dependency on my parents faded.

Then at last June 10 came, I was nervous because I knew from then on I will not be with my high school friends and also, during that time, I didn’t know most of my classmates except for the one I met during enrollment. Nevertheless, at least I knew somebody. Sooner I realized that confidence and friendliness are part of my arsenal in surviving college life.

I enjoyed my first week in the university; there were no more than two classes a day. Right now, I am looking forward to the upcoming activities hearing UP is unlike any other..

UP is enjoyable; I never thought it will be stressful though. I only found that out during our preparations for the Freshies’ Day. Despite the tension, it taught us the first lessons to keep.

Then the academic pressure came. Exams found their way through. We were all nervous not knowing what to expect, plus the impression that we were in a university where exams are not high school type. We discovered, however, that exams are answerable if one studies well and listens during discussions.

Lots of activities soon followed like the Urbandub concert, the Utalri (Marketing Acquaintance Party), and the CM Acquaintance Party making our stay in the university more comfortable.

Now that I’m almost in my third month in UP, I can say I have fallen in love with it, no regrets at all. The University of the Philippines is indeed like no other, I am proud I am an Iskolar ng Bayan!

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101st Dates

by Saldy Cabarubias
BS Accountancy

It was not excitement. It was not due happiness. It was not what I was supposed to feel at the very time I first walked into the University of the Philippines Visayas—Iloilo City Campus. Instead of being grateful, I was discouraged.

What I saw that day was far from the University I overheard in the CPA Board Topnotchers’ List, from the mouths of my high school teachers and from the testimonies of Iskos from my school. Be with me in recalling what firsts fate has plotted into my UP life.

After the trail of the Typhoon Frank, the first I’ve experienced in Iloilo, I have transferred to Balay Ilonggo. My first night there felt exceptional with the soothing gushes of the cold wind and with past nights of reminiscing goodbyes with my high school friends. It was peacefully splendid, concluding that being in the dormitory seemed to suit me—clogging my hermitry and lessening my homesickness.

Now, talk about first quizzes. I remember mine was in Environmental Science. I was stunned when my answer sheet was given back to me. It was heart-breaking! In my high school life, I have never had a quiz grade as bad as 70— just a little above 3.0. Well, I just broke my record! Worst score ever, 3 out of 11 questions and that can never be miscalculated—5.0. That only tells how UP can break your bones and make your nose bleed, take this as a sort of pleasure to strive more.

Since my first weeks until now, I am in one trouble everyone in college has to face. That is, the improper budgeting of my allowance. As solution, I learned to eat kumos-kumos vended outside the campus. Well, I can’t afford everyday JD and Jobee.

But with these disastrous moments of my UP life, in my heart-breaking first one hundred days as an Iskolar ng Bayan, I have learned to persevere. I learned to fight—with myself, my quiz grades, home sickness, money matters and my stubbornness in studying. The greatest lessons I’ve learned.

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by super_lyche

With my school being hours away from home, I really need to live in a boarding house…

My first bhaus was located along the old train railway and was around ten minutes from school. It was actually a den of drug addicts. I can clearly remember they are growing marijuana seedlings by the backyard and display some medium-grown plants as center table decor. Think of their nerve…

I am not with their vice, I have my own to spend time to – play counterstrike ’till early dawn. I could have standed the pot, but when they started inviting their adiktos friends to make stone sessions in the house, it hit my nerves raw so I find another house to dwell…

My classmate, Ef, a newly found friend, invited me to transfer at his… With him, and two gays, the four of us contented ourselves in a small room of two double-decks… a little more time, two girls rented the vacant adjacent room to add to the bh’s 30+ capacity. I should have called them “girls next door”, yet my main story revolves with just one of them – Jelly, so let’s just use the singular form.

Me and Jelly became close when we met on local bar during the festival of charcoals, drums, and Sto. Niños. She was with Vien, her roommate, and I was with the company of Ef and the gays. Recognizing each other as boardmates, we stuck together. And Jelly stuck with particularly me. My loose shirt became looser because of Jelly’s pulls after that night. We went home together, with the others sort of tipsy.

Actually, I like Jelly. I like her, simple and plain. Standing some 5′2″, of fair complexion, westernized nose, and of easy smiling face, she’s “the who” of their high school class and a campus crush in our school. Only that she’s a bit skinny…

I found her number on a personalized sticker stuck on her radio when I visited her on their little room. I copied it on a sly and sent her the first text message. When she’s known it’s me, we started exchanging some forward-type messages, and hers were just too sexy. She started telling me her life story and that made us like best friends. We dine together, we go to school together, we stroll at the mall together, we watch movies, together, and … people thought we’re a couple. No, never yet. But I can sense she got feelings for me…

And I confirmed it! She got something for me… that I’m always receiving numerous suggestive messages everyday. I replied every time too, but not with the same undertones. I can’t love her back, I’m courting somebody else. It’s just to hard to say “sorry” to her face. So I just go with it. I treated her as my younger sister but I doubt if she’s not expecting anything. She’s calling me “Bez.” And to give back the flattery, I return the favor of the same name calling.

In a couple of days, Sheen finally said “yes.” Don’t be confused, Sheen is the one I’m courting. It was one of my happiest moments. I’m so happy that I can’t hide it. I just got a girlfriend, my first. Sheen was a real beauty with the brains, and I can’t beat her in the dean’s list. She’s actually a classmate so I’m saved for solving all those assignments. She was one our sources.

When Jelly knew about it, she almost cried in front of me. I felt terribly guilty. What nerves I have to call her “Bez” when I’m not sharing my secrets? “Huh, wala ka gid gahambal-hambal sa akon!…”, Jelly can only say, yet her actions say more of her sadness. She felt betrayed, I know and I didn’t do anything about it…

Instead of getting cold with me, Jelly actually got warmer, even hotter. You see, when Vien wasn’t there, I spend long hours in her room… and we talk about anything – what has she done for the day, her school stories, her suitors, about me, about others, etc… Many times, it gets so late that I feel so lazy to come back where I must sleep. So, many times too, when Vien’s not there, I slept in her room – in her bed – right beside her…
to be continued

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