I was thinking of whether to continue a post that I was planning long time ago when I stepped into our house and saw my daddy reading the newspaper. I took a piece of pandesal, said hi to him and then he asked me a question, just a few steps before I hit the stairs...
"Ayaw mo ba talagang mag-aral uli? Kahit kami magbabayad.."
I stared with a blank face and gave him no answer. I went straight to me room. Took my shoes off and wore my slippers and I said to myself...
"Pag sinabi kong MED, kaya mo ba?"
I seriously didn't think he'd be able to pay for it. That's why I decided to work and took another route in my life. Instead of taking Med school, I decided to take a Masteral degree... And with a couple of units left and a dreaded thesis, I am currently on AWOL after I took one sem on LOA...
This has been a frequent discussion between me and my dad. Had I not stopped school (my Masters), we wouldn't be talking about this issue over and ove. He kept on asking me why did I stop. Why was I not planning to finish it. And all that. But I never did answer any of them...
When I talked to one of my MS (Master of Science) friends, she asked me, when was I coming back. I honestly told her that I wasn't coming back. Nor did I have planning of finishing it or getting a degree. And with her I was able to open up the reason why.
"I just lost the passion. Perhaps the momentum as well."
I dunno. I just don't feel like studying what I was taking. But sometimes when I see those articles on Wikipedia, those scientific articles and journals archived in my hard drives and the collection of books I have amassed, I always get this exciting feeling of knowing things that I needed to know. The pressure of working it. The fun after a long exhilarating week of lab work.
Last night I was talking to my bestfriend, he opened up the idea of me taking Medicine. Something he really wanted for me. Well, I guess he wanted me to be a doctor like I wanted him to be a Lawyer, that's why he's in Law School. I would really love to. But then, I am really absorbed by the fact that we might not be able to sustain my studies financially. And it may come to a point wherein I'd lost my passion again... Hope not.
Yeah, they'd told me that. Scholarship. But then, although I love being pressured, I feel the pressure is different. And I'm not as brilliant as others there. I once was offered a scholarship from a med school, but my brother and father did not agree to it. Probably because of the reputation.
Waaah. Now my minds a blur. I dunno what to do. Anyways, I still have til June of next year to decide. For now, I'd concentrate on my work.