More than Summer Classes
One year had come and passed. A year is enough for two semesters in college.
One week is enough for seven days. A week is more than enough to miss someone.
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I came back to UP[LB] a week after collecting my class cards for the second semester to get my True Copy of Grades (TCG).
As I walked by the campus, I saw the usual faces I see during regular semesters but differs in their number. My face was supposed to be one of those but I was not able to get subjects that I have wanted. Though I have a Humanities 1, I canceled it because it was alone [parang love lang, di ba, may naiiwan at iniiwanan]. Well, I just wish them [students taking summer classes] good luck.
But there were some looks-on-faces that seem to be missing during the past year.
I was eating in the second floor of Chowking Vega when I saw groups of high-school-looking people whom I could identify myself with, a year ago.
They are freshmen. Moreover, they took the Advanced Placement Exam.
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It can never be the same when things has changed.
