Hell Week…Finals Week…..End of Semester… had passed, another semestral break began. Some people spent this time to relive their stress and to have a vacation. Some people went to their hometowns to reconcile with their loved ones, both living and deceased. And when the 2nd semester had began, our friends, even our instructors asked what we have done this break.
Well, for me, I’ve only enjoyed a week of my 3-week semestral break? Why? How can I enjoy when my father just lost his job on Philippine Airlines? When the possibilities of enrolling for the succeeding semester was low?
I spent the first and the second week, working for my monthly allowance. I took a part-time job as a computer technician on the computer shop of my childhood friend, hoping it will help my parents in carrying the burden of this shortcoming. Somehow, I enjoyed my job. Not only because of the privilege of using their computers anytime I wanted, but also having affection towards my job.
By the end of the second week, I and my family went to my mother’s ancestral town, Concepcion, Tarlac. I spent most of the time having fun with my relatives and friend. I felt sorry for my great-grandfather and great-grandmother, for not visiting their tombs this year, because of my mother having an infection on her toe. There will be no one to drive us by to the cementery. By the next day, my mother and I went back to our residence in Cavite. My sibling remained there because their classes will resume on November 9, which was still a week away. Classes resumed at the next day, November 3. At that day, I went to the debut party of my former classmate, Leah, who is a precious person to me. The party gave me precious and healing memories, which I carried on from the enrollment next day, November 4, up till now.
This semestral break showed me how precious having a job is, not only on my father’s job by also on mine. It also shows me how stress-removing, healing and joyful is the feeling of seeing your relatives, friends and precious someones after a long time