As the last week of my existence as a third year college student rolls in, I am filled with dread, disappointment, and lots of questions. Is the semester really ending? What will happen to my grades? Why does it feel like I’m still stuck in the middle of the race track, while everyone else seems to be preparing to step on the finish line?
Basically, I feel like I’m ten steps behind everyone and, no matter how fast I try to run to catch up to them, they’re still way ahead of me (not that it’s their fault).
Continue reading “Sem-ender Feels 3.2”
On most days, I would cheer myself up if I’m feeling down because I know that sadness is a temporary feeling.
But sometimes, the feeling of unworthiness rushes through me like a tidal wave and my entire soul gets trapped in a bubble of misery.
Whenever this happens, I situate myself in the middle of an intersection and decide on which direction I would go: the positive road or the not-so-positive road.
Continue reading “When Sadness Hits Me”
Just a little update, I guess.
I haven’t really written anything (aside from my Arrival post) because of two reasons: a.) my academic and organization life had taken over my life last semester; and b.) it’s as if I lost my ability to write. Even now, I’m struggling to let the words flow freely.
But now I’m back and ready to churn out all the things I couldn’t write! Basically, this post will be a mess.
Continue reading “Well, well.”
There are films that are better told through a linear plot. Some films, however, turn into cinematic beauty for their lack of chronology. Christopher Nolan’s Memento (2001) is a great example of this; so is Gaspar Noé’s Irréversible (2002), which made me curse a lot in a certain post.
So is Denis Villeneuve’s Arrival (2016), a surprisingly amazing film that plays around the concept of time. I have a lot of
feelings insights about the film because it shows the importance—and difficulty—of communication.
—MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD—
Seriously, turn back and watch the thing before entering the danger zone.
Continue reading “Arrival: Giant Aliens & the Importance of Language”
I have been studying my degree for about three years now. In those three years, I never expected to learn so, so much about communication—I didn’t even know there was a lot to learn about it. My degree is stereotypically seen as one of the “easier” degrees in the campus and whenever I hear someone belittle it, I want to break down in the middle of the road, in front of this person.
Easy? Try learning about the seven communication traditions and the theories under these traditions while trying to maintain your sanity.
My degree is hard. It’s hard because, unlike the undying concepts of mathematics and science, the topics that we’re studying have a goal. And one of the clearest signs that we have achieved this goal is when our degree is of no use to this world anymore. It’s kind of like the college version of Nanny McPhee:
When you need me but do not want me, then I must stay. When you want me but no longer need me, then I have to go.
Excluding, of course, the part where she says they don’t want her.
Continue reading “2AM Thoughts on My Degree”