I try to keep my eyes open during my first class
But I often fail. How can I not fall asleep when it is what I lack?
The newly printed paper in my hand is the reason why my hair is messy
No shower, no sleep from last night, eyes obviously puffy
I know I shouldn’t “cram” but can you blame me
When I play multiple roles in different hours of the day?
I master multitasking, but still the time seems not be enough
Being a student, orgmate, and simply a Filipino at the same time is quite tough
Don’t judge me when my outfit is not trendy, say it’s outdated
Often I find it difficult to allot time to dig into my cluttered closet
I’d rather spend the time flipping the thick pages of weekly readings
So as not to be grilled by my professor and classmates already discussing
Sometimes, even though I give all my efforts like a superhero,
I’d get a grade of unpleasant 2.5, or even a worse 3.0
I’d stumble, disappointed with myself when I face failure
With that, I have the tendency to blame my not-so-favorite professors
But I learn to realize it’s more than just the digits,
Or the inability to excel in a paper, exam, or quiz
It’s more of how I learn and grow from my weaknesses
And turn them into strengths that will lead toward success
Sure, my mind may play truant in class discussions
But what is etched deep in my heart is a mission
As I work to balance my diverse societal roles
With a determination to press toward the end of the goal
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