Saved by the Diary

I felt stiff competition in college than in high school. Whatever I’d intended to be…it was definitely my call. Architecture had been part of my lexicon until we accomplished intermediate year book; however, I was eyeing for any Medical-related field before University assessments took place.

It’s factual to realize that if you’ve made your bed, then you’ll have to lie in it. In a way, I had that liberty to select my supposedly-providence. Universal in youngster, I came to wander & wonder…time flew and I was caught undecided on eleventh hour …and losing my slot was equivalent to walking the green mile on broken glass.

I took up Economics major. Fun though, I deemed Science as my forte; hence, shifting to Nursing was uncomplicated. That time, male nurses were selling like hotcakes…not until the wheels fell off when I graduated.

It was mentioned in my previous blog that my detailed inscriptions thru habitual diaries have been kept for like 17 years now. Few weeks prior to marching for our commencement exercises, our University Registrar had posted my incomplete grades in ROTC (Reserve Officers’ Training Corps) which I took during my first two years in college. Failure to comply wouldn’t prompt the college to include me in the list of CUM LAUDE candidates…even resulting to NOT getting my Diploma.

My ROTC grades (4 semesters) were missing! I worked my fingers to the bone in fixing the matter hastily…yet nobody seemed to save me. Headquarters shifted, records melted in ages, officers retired & relocated, and curriculum was modified…my world wasn’t at my feet then! That could be the foremost disparity of being in a State University…knowing somebody influential did really matter...and I didn't have any!

After pulling somebody’s tail while pushing myself to the wall just to prove I had finished the subjects, I’d finally gotten one key…my DIARY!!!

Specified dates of enrolment, activities, written examinations, parade, suspension of drills due to calamity, and even those platoons I’d joined in & commanders’ names were mentioned there. Two years of credible journals had unbelievably solved my issues, though marks were reduced by the current Commander-in-Chief…still, it was worth the sweat.

Well, resolution was in the nick of time and I just couldn’t exchange my diploma over any academic reward. Putting a period in it meant putting my best foot forward. Since then, I started believing …“pen is mightier than the sword.”