Natalang: (Bisaya). Adjective; means lost; you’ve gotten to a place where you don’t belong.
This word perfectly defines my sentiments about my course right now. Hehe, i’m a polsci major, would you believe? I can write articles (obviously). That’s all that qualifies me as a Polsci major, and i’m not even a good writer at that (Obvious ba? hehe).
I’m not a wide reader [I don’t like reading]. I’m not very vocal when it comes to class discussions [I only blabber on my mind or yap when I’m outside of the class] - my vernix area doesn’t seem to coordinate with my Broca’s when i recite (wow jargons!). I write poorly [aside from my hideous penmanship, my thoughts aren’t well organized, are incoherent and are, to quote sir Tigno, "vague"]. I am not a good debater [I took debating class and uhm… let’s just say it didn’t turn out as well as it should] —- I could go on with this for days, I could find a gazillion of reasons why I shouldn’t be here. But guess what, I’m an incoming senior in this course. I’ve endured the boredom and dispassion for this long.
I thought years in this program would let it grow into me. Well, as you can see it didn’t. YOU wouldn’tbe reading this article in the first place if I did. People see my potentials (naks!) not as a notable political scientist. I cannot speak for them as to where they see me best fitted. As for me, if I weren’t polsci major trting to pursue a carreer in law, I’d be a lay-out artist, a designer, an architect, a fine arts enthusiast or maybe a computer scientist — passionate, happy and contented (and hopefully earning big!
) with my job.
This blog, my desktop wallpaper, may friendster lay-out, the posters I design, the videos I make, the passion i have in structuring and furnishing houses in Sims, my drawings of models in fancy clothes… this and that… it tells me so much of what i really want to be — to be an agriculturist! (joke lang).
Even in my Pol Sci org where i’m supposed to unravel (unravel!) my Polsci potentials, my feats are nowhere else but in the artsy fartsy stuff.
Hay… too late to think otherwise.