I was born on a rainy Monday, seventeen years ago.

It was
February 19nineteen and my mum was rushed into a lying inn here
in marikina ; another brave new soul was born in to this world.
I spent my earliest days on Sampaloc, Manila being raised by my
grandmother for my parents both have their day jobs and no one
would’ve had the time to look after me. My parents abjured me to
live with them here in San Mateo, Rizal to prepare me to go to
school. On which I didn’t go to school for another two more
years

I spent my time playing with toys and friends just like any
other kid would do but now that I’ve brown thinking about it I
never really made friends of my own. They’re my cousin’s friend
which quickly became my mutual friend too.

The thing with me is I’m kinda introverted. I am not shy or

timid and in fact I am quite the contrary but I never really
initiated any social interactions on my own. Small talk is
boring for me and conversations tires me very quickly. I think
didn’t stop me from having meaningful relationships though.

I started going to school at a very ripe age of 5. It was later

most kids but I made up for it by being excelled at pre-school
and only had to attend 1 year of it. My first school was at a
local daycare of our barangay. The teacher was mean, the school
was way too crowded, and I was not receiving the right kind of
support in there. It wasn’t the best school for me, my parents
quickly noticed and I was transferred schools after only a
quarter of a school year in that daycare. My new school was
better. It gave us better individual attention, better lessons
and a lot of love and care. Perfect for nurturing young minds.

I took a break from school when I was six ; I was supposed to be

at my first grade but my family took a vacation to temporarily
live in Las Piñas city nothing really much happened there until
like summer the next year. My parents argued and fought before
but it was getting more and frequent.

My parents separated… apparently my parents argued and fought

and argued fought because they’re starting to grow apart from
each other. It wasn’t that bad on my side, my mom and dad are
still friends after all that and everybody kept in touch with
each other.

All of that happened just in time for me to go to school again

so me together with my mum went back to Rizal. On the first
grade of middle school I went to Virgen Del Pilar School. I
stayed in this school for a total of 10 years. This is the place
that honed me to what I am today. Through chaos as it swirls ;
to good times and hard days my family and the now extended to my
new school shaped me to be quite the person. A person with a
hand full of hope in his pocket, a heart full of love in his
chest, and a mind full of aspirations and dreams.

I wasn’t the best student when I was in middle school and in

junior high school in fact. I excel at english, science and math
but I never really maximized my inherent gifts. I was a lazy
student though I flourished on assesments and exams but don’t
comply with deadlines and activities. I finished middle school
in middle school but my grades struggled during highschool due
to the changes curriculum, the raised importance of perftasks
and activities. This year, my eleventh year in highschool I am
starting to develop this study habbit of mine and this activity
that I should be done 5 days earlier prior to the deadline is a
testimony of that and that is a testimony that everyday I male
myself better.
Highschool taught me about people. My ignorance of studying gave
me so much time. So much that I basically went to study and
learn about the people around me and I get to know myself better
through “experiencing life” as teenagers would say. All this
wasn’t a waste of time I say to myself for I had learned the
inner workings of myself at this stage in life and as the say:
“Until you make peace with who you are, you'll never be content with what you have.”

Now I face tomorrow as a whole self ; with open arms.