My name is Alex and im going to share to you a glimpse of my life
I was born left handed. might be the reason why most people say im creative. But whatever i do, i seem to not have much interest in studying.
I love playing computer games. i even have the guts to say im one of the experts in it. sad to say, but im already cutting classes when i was in grade four. counter strike at its peak. although i only cut class occasionally. say we just had a quiz yesterday and i will already read the next lesson in advance.
but sadly, unintentionally, i got hooked.
My first year life in Diliman Preparatory School is very uneventful. very different from most right? well, its uneventful because i did not spent much time in it. i got addicted to computer games so much that i think i cut class every other day. i dont know how i did it, but i passed my first year. although i cant be proud by saying that most of my grades are 75.
Second year. the year i got dropped out from school. pretty sad. i already am cutting classes more than attending classes. My mom found out that i was not going to school for a week, and was also showed how much absences i had accumulated even if its only about three months since i entered second year. i will never forget the look of disappointment that my parents gave me.
I was transferred to St. Joseph School of Fairview. a very small school compared to my former. but i can say its like heaven there. i cant cut class anymore because when you enter the school and also because the guards know everyone because there are not much students yet (my batch is actually the pioneer in it), i cant go out until school is over (not a chance). suddenly filled with vigor that actually shocked me, i was doing well with my studies. i have found friends that i can hang out with and the teachers are actually good. maybe not as good as my teachers in my former school, but at least if you need to ask him/her some questions related to the lesson, they are very approachable. very different to my former wherein when you need them, it will look as if you are chasing a movie star.
i graduated in high school with flying colors, and i told myself im going to college without failing anymore. i was so proud of myself.
I entered Far Eastern University' taking up Mass communication. i had so much fun because the University is so big and that it has a lot of people there. i have made friends and considered myself lucky because the friends that i made were not a bad influence to me. i passed my first semester without much problems. but i never knew that my good start will eventually turn bad. very bad.
In my second sem, i got hooked to computer gaming again. i always told myself that i will not get hooked. i will just play occasionally. but it got serious. i cut classes again. although not much, i failed 2 of my 8 subjects. my parents got angry, but i told them id study hard next sem. but i never did. in my second year first sem, i got hooked to computer gaming so much that in the prelims i have not passed a single subject. i got so scared that i started studying. but its not enough. i was only able to pass 4 subjects out of 8. my mom got so angry that she made me stop studying.
I though it was the end
I decided that im going to enroll again. I enrolled at National College of Business and Arts(NCBA) and took up ab english. but of the seven subjects that i took, i only passed one. and the latter is actually only typing. my parents are so devastated, but im more disappointed to myself than they are at me.
i decided that i will not study anymore. luckily, my dad has a sickness and so i became his personal nurse.
now about my late dad. he had a sickess wherein when he is lying down, his blood pressure(BP) is normal. when he is sitting, it dips to 90/70. but when he is standing, it gets as low as 50/30. its because when he is sitting or standing, his blood is not able to reach his brain. so you can imagine how hard it is for my dad to even just go up and down our stairs. sometimes he collapses, and i need to raise both his feet higher than his head so that it will again reach his brain. i should always watch him, because one mistake can be deadly.
We brought my dad to the best doctors specializing in different organs that we can check. but they cant find anything wrong with my dad. whats sad was when he was in his teens, he was actually a marathon runner as well as a football player.
in august 11, my dad died. he went upstairs and no one of us three siblings noticed. he took a bath and died in the comfort room. he was trying to reach the shower and collapsed. my mom found him there.
my dad is one of the best dad a child can have. he is one of the most intelligent person ive ever known, but his sense of humor is what made me love him the most. My friends love to go to our house so that they will be able to have a chat with him.
I was so devastated when he died. maybe because it was so unexpected. or maybe because even if i know i have brains, i did not use it and chose to be a moron.
I owe a lot to my dad. he is always making me read books. different genres. and even if i get irritated sometimes, he never stopped teaching me in english. so its because of him that im very good in english and grammar. He also keeps telling me that "if others can do it, why cant you?" i decided i will study again and i will give my best. and to prove everone that im not a moron as most thought i am.
So here I am. already a graduate. I enrolled again at ncba and finished my studies. with good grades i might add. i have also proven that quality education is not always by having a good teacher. its also up to the student.
I have made it to the finish line. and i owe it all to my dad. I may have not been the best in my class. i may have not even pleased all of my teachers. but i did my best. and thanks to my dad. because he is my one and only inspiration.
