Something About Bacolod (SAB) 1

Long overdue blog.


I was never the the type of student who fixes her things night before class, gets excited to wake up in the morning to go to school, or is very attentive in lectures. To label it, i was the one who sleeps late reading a non-academic book, enters the class 30 seconds before the bell rings and notices and laughs at my professors speech defect. You see, I was never a school girl. I only loved school because of friends, allowance, intramural, and life stories that I could learn from both my lecturers and classmates/schoolmates.


But nearing graduation, perhaps I could say I was one of the saddest students. The idea of graduation meant leaving my sanctuary, my comfort zone, Bacolod. It meant leaving my freedom, independence, friendship and bond to people who were once strangers to me. It meant leaving my happiest days. It meant leaving my life. It felt like I was going to leave my home.


Please don't be misled by that. I love the town where I am originally from, much more, I love my family who is here. but you know, it's different when you have found a place where your heart is. Bacolod has taught me lessons in life I may have never learned if I stayed in Iloilo, if I didn't fail from my first college school. I may have never met some people whom I call my family now. I may have never been the Kate that I am now.


Bacolod is not just about me being independent or free. It's the feeling of being at home. Bacolod is home away from home. Talk about being ironic but; It might have not been the life I wanted to live, but when graduation came, I never wanted to leave.


I was never a school girl. And I won't go back to school just to stay up late reading non-academic books, enter the class 30 seconds before the class starts, or laugh at my professor's speech defect. But I would gladly go back to Bacolod and be where my heart is truly happy. :))