I was late for class today. It is weird considering the fact that I realized a lot of stuff about me yesterday when I took a long walk.
I thought to myself: What prohibits me from going the extra mile? Do I sometimes get lethargic or indolent because I'm tired? Or am I tired because I'm lethargic?
More often than not, I actually feel like it's my inner drive that limits me. I think I could expand my own Production Possibility Frontier (PPF) if I just exert more effort. I actually thought I'll go the extra mile from then on. I thought I could make it. I was so inspired at that point.
A couple of hours after, I woke up early at around 4am to make sure I could be on time and stuff. Problem is, I had to recheck my paper for that extra mile. I left the house at 7:50am giving myself an hour to travel since our professor has a 7:30 class today. I thought I could be as late as 9am-the original schedule. But then, I looked at Pasong Tamo and saw how traffic it was. I remembered that they were fixing some streets and it would cause traffic. I decided to get a cab to make sure I get to school on time.
Reasons for taking a cab:
1.) MRT would take me an hour or more before I could get to school.
2.) Traffic on the way to MRT.
3.) Walking takes long; it's hot today.
4.) It takes me 40 minutes the most to get to school. That's more than 30% time savings from MRT.
5.) Our place is really commercial (a little ghetto probably) and it is near everywhere else in Makati so it has lots of vehicles).
The problem is, for some reason, the cabs were extremely scarce and I was able to call 6 of them but they all denied me a ride to Ortigas. I was already losing hope at around 8:20 but I could not make it to school if I take the MRT at that point so I took a leap of faith and waited some more. I even texted Diane to tell sir I was gonna be late. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to tell sir but that's another story. So I got a cab at around 8:50 and I got to the classroom around 9:20. I even took out my ID before entering so I would not get scolded for wearing the IEP lace but exhibit tardiness. I have always said that I do not want to disgrace the school and more so, the institution in any way possible. I stood beside the door for a long time; not being acknowledged or whatnot. I found it prudent to keep on standing because that was our prof's instruction when arriving late. I felt happy when I was finally acknowledged. I was so sure he was going to understand the situation...
What do I get though? Pure judgments that I am a spoiled rich kid who refuses to take public transportation. I appreciate his sharing of his past experiences and I actually understood his situation because I have been through those types of situations. I admire our professor! I think he's strong! And I know he has a lot of virtues in him. What I couldn't take though were the judgments and assumptions that resulted to my connotation of a spoiled, rich kid. The bad thing about it was I could not even correct him for it would make matters worse. I just took everything in. Knowing that doing so is most prudent. However, I would like to correct certain things that were implied in the long hotseat:
1.) I am not a spoiled rich kid. I belong to a middle-income class. I might get around 8,000 pesos a month but I am not a spoiled rich kid. I buy my own clothes. I buy my own toiletries. I don't ask my parents for a lot of stuff. I live a simple life. I do not even have enough money for dates! And I do take the MRT to school. I used to be chauffeured by my dad to school in a Pajero but that has not been the case for more than two years now. I do not refuse to take PUVs. I just made a decision to take a cab for the aforesaid reasons and it was too late to take the MRT when I realized my wrong decision. Lost time was sunk or incurred already.
2.) Secondly, I have had my shares of kick-in-the-crotch situations. I waited for my dad for 5 hours in school because I was so sure he was gonna come. I left my cellphone and I was so confident he'd come for me. At 12 am, I took the bus home and I got lost thrice. But I found my way home at around 2 am. I had a 7:30 am class the following day and I had to come up with my first draft for my 6pm class. This triggered my commuting career since I did not want to rely on my dad after this incident. During my 2nd year birthday. My mom only had a simple dinner for me and everybody was already eating when I got home. I had to type some paperworks for my dad 'til 2am and I still had a third draft to submit. But I did so without complaining. It does not really sound like a spoiled brat, does it? (I had a great birthday last year but that's a different story.)
3.) Thrid, I went from Makati to Cubao without knowing how to get there or anything. I did this because I had to get a check for my dad. I also went to Kamuning a few days after for the same errand. It was my first time but I did not back out because my dad needed me.
4.) Fourth, it is not true that I am solely dependent on whatever comes. I find my way to execute things the way they should be executed. When I failed the Ateneo exam because trigonometry was taught in senior year and the questions were trig questions by nature, I knew I had to look for another school. I went to UA&P on my own with a couple of friends. I did not know where UA&P was. I did not know anything about it. I just knew it was a good school and I had to take chances. I studied trigonometry in 4 days to prepare for the exam couple this up with my practices to represent my school in the Inter-Don Bosco school competition. I passed the entrance exam and become part of the top 100 applicants.
5.) Being a Makati boy, I did not even know where Shang was. All I knew was the hotel in Makati but I went to healthway alone. I was the only one alone for the physical examination. I enrolled myself. I enlisted myself. ALL ALONE. My mom did not even know where my school was. They just gave me the money and I had to take care of everything.
6.) I am looking for a way to study abroad and I am doing this alone as well.
I wish to say that I am not mad or anything. I am thankful that our professor shared us those thoughts because those would be helpful to us. I know his intentions are good and I appreciate everything. However, I feel that I have been misjudged without any significant proof. I was hurt because I was typecasted to be someone I am not. But this is something that I have forgiven. I am by no means, okay. I just needed to get this out of my chest.