eing young , you regarded the University of the Philippines as a romping ground, nothing less than an adventure to be grabbed with both hands after more than a decade in a convent school where keeping the pleats on your uniform impeccable seemed as significant as the consequences of the Boston Tea Party. Being young and therefore vested with that superior feeling of entitlement, you expected epiphanies in abundance—life lessons laid out like calling cards on a salver, to be ignored with a disdainful sniff (oy vey!) or eagerly picked up (yes, yes, who’da thunk it?). Great expectations festooned the daily journey, making for dramatic peaks and valleys that allowed the days to play out in a blaze of color like an opera scene fraught with high emotion. Surely, you remember. Being young, you were convinced the traffic stopped and the music played only for you, and the fire trees blazed only for your appreciation. Too hot not to cool down? Quite naturally.
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