Everything happens for a reason.
I remember realizing through a paper in Philosophy class that events and details of everyday life relay a sort of omen of what will happen in the future. As in everything has its purpose. There's a reason why this is the color of my shirt, the song I heard over the radio, the dirt that caught on my face... Once I witness the connection of the present to something in the past, the my spirit works. Let me just leave the philosophical details of what I'm talking about. I'm done with Philo, comeon!!!
I just thought maybe I'm witnessing another connection in my present life to a past experience. When we had our first meeting with a professor last school year and he told us about his health story, I immediately blogged about my reaction and reflection because I was so touched my his life story and the ordeal that he was in. History repeats itself and here I am again in front of the computer, blogging about one of my professors this semester and I am so excited about what she has in store and about our subject because they all remind me of a very memorable past. Let me introduce to you, the lady in green, Ms. Cathy Babao-Guballa, my professor in Journalism.
The class would start at 3pm and my classmates asked me to ask the CAS office if the professor for our next class was around. They were shy to enter the office because the dean and the department chair were there. But I didn't mind and so I entered the office courteously and asked the secretary about our concern. Then after some browsing, the secretary pointed her finger to the lady in green sitting on the sofa with the dean and the chairperson. Oh, ok. So the prof was there. No early dismissal for us. Haha!
And so she came to class. She was in green blouse. But I was amused that she was carrying a green tumbler too. Wow. Wasn't it obvious her favorite color is green? hehe. Maybe I was right coz she even distributed green index cards for us to write on and the color of her pen was with a touch of green on the outside. Ok. Her fave color is green then. :)
But what amazes me more about her aside from we have the same favorite color is that she's doing what i wanted to do way way back, when my sole core dream was to write for a newspaper and magazine, when all i wanted was to become a journalist... I remembered my late grade school and high school life when I would write for the campus paper and became Filipino Literary Editor in senior year. That was my dream career before... And i guess i wanted to live with it again since I can never let go of my first love. Even if i learned to love dancing too, i also wouldn't want to ignore writing.
I was amazed that Ms. Cathy or Ms. C (Cathy was also the name of our paper adviser in high school!) became part of Mega and is still part of PDI. Those were the two print media that I really look up to and by just thinking of how much writing she has done, it assures me that i'm getting quality journalism instruction and it also excites me to read more of her works. Oh, my gosh! I suddenly missed my journalist life before and i think i want to get back to it. Join Chi-Rho! woooohhhh! I love writing again!
Actually, even if i was into dancing (i miss CCATT STREET!!!) for the first two years of college, i still see to it that i would fill my journal notebook, my multiply and friendster blogs with all of my writing. With exposure to hiphop music, i became fond of listening to Wave 89.1 and with radio as my third love, i also wanted to have some career in that field. With Ms. C's story, I realized i wasn't alone in this confusion of a variety of what i wanted to do. But no matter what happens, it is still writing that will remain in me for sure, just like Ms. C even if she has BA and Psych as backgounds.
It was my crush, Joseph and my E105 professor Ms. Debbie Tan who inspired me to write even more poems in the middle of my dancing career. and i guess this time, it would be Ms. Cathy who could inspire me go back to journalism again.
Ateneo. Green. Journalism. Mega. PDI
So much detail yet so much meaning...
Everything happens for a reason. God bless us all. :)
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