like no other class

Today’s the last day of classes and for some strange reasons, I wasn’t rejoicing. Upon entering room 501- for my Cw10 class, I couldn’t help but mutter:

“Gosh, last day na ‘to.”

Yeah, and if it isn’t obvious yet, then I’ll say it. CW10 is the happiest class I’m into. Full of great people (with great minds) and is blessed by a way too cool professor, what is more to ask?
Being in UP, I was scared and intimidated. I hate to think that in some way or another, I’ll commit a horrible mistake, be laughed at and be totally embarrassed. However, in CW10, I may not always say the right answers and may not write a piece fit for a “Palanca Awards” but never did I feel I was unfit to write.
When I came to UP, I swear, I like writing. Writing is something I enjoy. Writing keeps me going and gives my being such fulfillment.
But when I took up this class ( overused na ‘ata CW10 no?), after each meeting with me fed with writing techniques and new ideas and inspiration, I realized I don’t like writing. I LOVE it.. love it.. love it.. Writing is my passion, my soul.

And for that, thanks,
My cool CW10 girlfriends, you guys, rock!! Love, always..
Ma’am yap, galing niyo po! Whatever urged me to choose you and the class on the CRS last April, I thank.
God bless and be safe.