So near, yet so far.
This rant may be shallow for you. You may even think that I’m humblebragging, but I don’t. I just want to rant here.
The grades are now out. I should be happy with the results. So far, my weighted average for this semester is the highest I’ve ever achieved in my whole college life. I know that I should feel thankful, but honestly, I am still hoping for more. I even felt happier when I barely passed in one of my programming classes before, compared to my current mood right now. All I can think of at this time is that 0.04 difference away from becoming a dean’s lister.
If you really know me, I am pretty much a laid-back person. I am conscious of my grades, mostly because I need to maintain them, but not to the extent of pushing myself to my limits. I will prefer sleeping rather than putting an all-nighter. I procrastinate, and I think I’ve already mastered the art of cramming. Yet, I am sure that I am responsible enough to not let myself fail. I am even motivated to do my best when I know that I am good at what I am doing.
Being the passive person that I am, I should not be depressed over that decimal difference. I should even be happy since I received an average that high. Instead, I feel like I’m the worst person ever. My mind is full of regret. Thoughts like, “Kung nakakuha lang sana ako ng mas mataas na grade sa ganito, nakaabot na sana ako sa DL,” “If I were just a better speaker than I am, I would have gotten a higher grade for this subject,” and so on are still bugging me. It hurts, and I keep on blaming myself because it’s true. I am accountable, and I regret that I did not push enough effort.
I hope I’ll feel better soon. Maybe this rant will help me release.
May last semester pa. Ang huling pagkakataon para magDL.


















