"When time is right, I the lord will make it happen"- Isaiah 60:22
When I finished my Senior High School, I thought to myself that there was a slim chance of getting into college because of financial constraints. I always believed that I would end up being a factory worker or, if not, a call center because I always thought that my single mother, who raises six children, couldn't afford to send me to school. Our source of living is merely selling vegetables at a street corner, and sending me to school will surely be a high cost for my mother.
Despite this hard reality, somehow, deep in my heart, I wish that my mother could afford to send me to school, even if it means not pursuing my greatest course, just so I could have a degree and a chance to escape poverty.
My senior high classmates were busy choosing what degree they were going to pursue and to what school they preferred. While I was busy helping out my mother by selling vegetables called "Stanton." It slipped my mind that I could apply to a State University in our town.
I tried my best to submit my application online. Before that, I was struggling to submit my application because my phone at that time, although Android, had a low performance. So I went to my friend's house and borrowed her phone. At that time, I was confused about what degree I should choose. Am I going to be a teacher? Certainly not, because I have a lack of patience and a low tolerance for erring learners. How about exploring the beauty of Engineering? A big no AGAIN. I mean, I cannot fathom going to class every day just so as to be bombarded with a lot, and when I say a lot, it is a LOT of problems and equations. I feel like I will puke every time I solve a problem. Well, how about expanding the ideas of technology? -Nah-nah, that's certainly out of my character. I was running out of time, and there were only limited slots available.
I make a choice and a decision, and I pray to God every time that this may not be a wrong choice. Truth to be told. I chose to be an educator. I said to myself that if I am going to become a teacher, the program should certainly be close to my heart. (or I will need more motivation to come to school). Lucky me! There is a BSED- Social Studies. I finally decided to choose this path, and so, with all my hopes and prayers, I submitted my application.
Two months later, the result finally came in. I can exactly remember that I was at our store, taking a nap, when the result was posted. I screamed, I rejoiced, and I thanked God for his better plans for me.
Today, I am now a 4th year student taking up a Bachelor of Secondary Education Major in Social Studies. These are my dear friends/classmates who make this journey bearable. Without them, I feel like I quit a long time ago. The connection we shared, the knowledge we impart to one another, and the silly things we did to one another will forever be etched in my heart.
Choosing this degree was very difficult and traumatizing (I'm still recovering right now, lol), But look at me right now: a few months from now, we will be wearing the grandest attire of all. I couldn't be proud of myself and my gals here. Academic life is bearable when you have the right people.
For those students who read this story of mine, know that you are destined for the path you chose, and if you feel like you aren't, He has a better plan for you.