Supergirl meets Oble

It was my normal afternoon – a lot of computers in the scene, busy workmates working hard to meet the deadline, and I, miss-trying-to-keep-on track was working with a client’s picture. I was asked by a client who was in race of time to post his pictures in a political manner – ‘Are you working here?’

‘Yes, sir’

‘How old are you, are you a voter?’

‘I’m only 15’

‘You look like a 5th grader’

Thank you for the compliment, sir. It’s appreciative when someone tells that you look much younger than how old you are. Or maybe not.

‘What year are you now?

‘incoming freshman’

‘1st year high school?’

‘no, college in UP’

I try to go back to that conversation. I’ll be entering college in just three weeks time; I’ll be learning, reaching for achievements, or I might end up awful at everything. Who cares? I passed the UPCAT! And in three weeks, I’d be in UP Diliman.

It was just the vacation before my senior year when we were very serious about being admitted in the university. I can still remember our mentor asking me what course would I be taking – an undecided look was the answer. She asked me what my favorite subject was. I heard someone say ‘English’, so I said English, and she advised BA English Studies.

And now, I belong in College of Arts and Letters, BA English Studies.

I realize that with this privilege, comes great responsibility. Independence is a word I try to link to UP not because our classes start the same day as our independence day. (That’s why I picture the school welcoming students with rallies.) Independence, because everything now will depend on myself – my future, my standings, or my next meal. I consider it as trying to look upon ourselves – looking at ourselves as superheroes, protector of the world; someone who might not be in a cape, but who is capable of being on her own.

Watch out, world: when Supergirl meets Oble!