Just an ordinary day turned into a special one. when you realize that you’ve given people what is due to them, there’s this feeling of satisfaction and happiness inside you that you just can’t let the smile fade in your face. Even if smiling alone might look insane to other people, you just don’t care what they’re thinking, all you know and all you want to do is show them how happy you are. After correctly answering a question putting our group back on track, who wouldn’t be happy?! Ok, so maybe not everyone understands what I’m feeling right now. grades for us white uniformed people is the only thing we think of next to waking up in the morning. Every single quiz counts, recitations are like speeches made in a large crowd that would determine the respect you would get from people listening or silently mocking you. Attitude is something you have to refine if you want to stay in your chosen profession and stop yourself from telling people in control that they are putting to much pressure on you. Patience is a virtue you should stick to your brain cells and not in your heart or else you would be insane. ewww. wait. I’m getting emotional.
A day spent with special people is really something to remember, you get to know them better and laugh with them. It’s been a long time since I’ve laughed like that, not worrying that if I get too happy I would end up crying. I just realized that there is this “someone” who could make me laugh, smile and make my neurons work double time when talking to him. Not to impress him but to blurt out my thoughts, what I really think about in life, gender equality, chivalry, how the human body works, stuff like that. Things not every man would have the capacity to react on, because there are only few men who think “intellectually” and still manage to not look like a geek. Debating is one thing many men would avoid rather than speak and prove themselves wrong, they have too much EGO to be branded LOSER. Oh well, I guess writing it here wouldn’t change men in general because in reality they’re really not much of a talker.
Another day spent. Another memory remembered. Another laughter shared. A smile remembered.
Obviously, this entry doesn’t make sense. I don’t intend let most people reading this to understand it anyway.
