The Enterprise

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Strides to the Rigorous Trail

Papers will probably hate me. Their crippling body lay down beside my bedside table. Heavy sighs echoed in my room. Will I make it? But I had prepared for this, weeks long. It has almost been a month but I’m preparing myself as I enter my coffee-drinker era. But to think about it, the past few days, I have not seen the sunrise yet. Oh, wait, where is my yellow paper, anyway? 

A chapter per chapter, one book to another. I close my left eye and find an arrow, and there it is, my target – good scores and flying colors. Throwing my arrows is filled with burning myself with new information, sticking myself with piles of concepts and computations. I’m not really into cars, but in a race against time, studying day and night like tomorrow won’t arrive. I don’t watch a lot of action movies, but I felt like I was having an arm wrestle with that boiling voice in my mind with the incoming days I dread. 

Yes, I dread it. Sleepless, I walk. Tired, I still read. Panicked, I sat still. 

Drowned with the schedules I chase and lectures I haven’t finished. I rush after the other, making sure I accomplish one checked item in my list after each of them. There is this finish line I always want to pass through but each time I tie my shoes, warm up, and start to run— I will never feel the banners waving despite ending my past assessments with either bronze or silver. 

Brilliance is not as easy as it seems. Then there is this track where I hold to leap every second, but it was not as easy as walking. As I slowly make my way towards it, Ignoring the inconsequential rubbles along my way, my work is unyielding. I saw my friends, and it made me think I could run towards the finish line. A nod to me felt like an assurance that I could and will do better after every waking day. I see infinitesimal things here and there, looking away, smiling as I make my way to the halls where everyone trails affray. 

Reviewers in hand, confidence in mind, heart is restless of some kind. 

Whenever I enter the library, the air is a mix of hot and cold. Is it the pressure of the incoming days of gloom? I sweat even when the cold breezes through. I felt it again. At a nearby table, I sat. My materials are on the table. I pat. I sigh, a silent prayer in my mind before I start. 

Hard-working people I see, made me avoid withdrawing. Studying, I begin. Minute after minute, an hour passed after another. I looked up, and I saw the night replacing the day. 

My emotions bone deep. I did everything I could. I believe that I did. I was jittery. I sat by my desk, checking every supply I needed for tomorrow. I need to rest, I say to myself. Organizing my thoughts as I lay in bed, I did my best to say again. I chat with friends as I await for sleep to take over me. Sending motivational texts and playful jabs at each other, covering the nervousness we feel altogether. I chose to sleep on it, praying for the best till the fallen light took over me. 

And when the sun embraces the day, I gather every strength I have. 

Silence rings in every corner as I leave my house. Again, reviewers in hand, my mind prepared for the exams ahead. The cycle begins with reading my lectures and my heart keeps pounding— yet I stand still today. 

Setting foot in the halls of dreamers and hard workers, I walk to our assigned room, waiting early and quietly as I sit by my chair. Silently reading, the time is thumping, the more my fingers fidget as seconds of sleepless times say goodbye. My friends and classmates arrive one by one. Questions here and there, confirming what they know from a specific chapter. Smiles and laughs prevail in a nerving hour. 

Kaya natin ‘to, tayo pa!” 

The preliminary exams are onerous in many ways I can name. The unhesitating moments shifting to days, debates on our topics, exchange of lectures and materials we need, brows meeting in the middle as the more we read, and many more are just the start of another semester. 

“Run until you can make it!”, no words can describe the amount of sweat and headaches that happened these very days. 

The dash of our success can be seen in the applause and trumpets of an arena, a silver lining we seek as we stride to the trail. Remaining impervious to distractions, headstrong as we make our way. The greatest luck I wish for. Relentless we stay. Take a break, a breather, and do it again. Keep moving forward, strong and steady there we go. 

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