When Two Stars Collided

Chapter 2

Lesson 2 WTSC

Cattleya Venus

Distribution of cards.

This is a day na worried at excited ang ilang mga estudyante. It is also sign na tapos na ang midterm and we are now half of the first semester.

It's a relief knowing you successfully overcome the first set of challenges and you are now in the second set. Back to zero again.

I am currently Grade 12 Senior High student under Humanities and Social Sciences (HUMSS) strand. Of course, my chosen program is align in this strand.

Webster-Montessori Academy is one of the prestigious schools here in Manila. It is known for the high quality of education, facilities, competent teachers and students.

Fortunately, I have given an opportunity to enter and study here. I don't have such money to pay all the expenses and miscellaneous fee but because of my intelligence, skills and hard work, I am not bothered anymore about how on earth I could pay my tuition fee which cost a fortune.

Every semester may bayad na P28,000. For whole semester, may total na P56,000. Mabuti na lang at maraming nag-alok sa akin ng scholarship, from local government to private sector kaya nababayaran ko lahat.

There's a saying na mahal mag-aral. And yes, I am totally agree with that.

Believe me or not, you are responsible or force rather to use your money in order to study even you are in private or public school. Gagastos at gagastos ka talaga. Libre mag-aral? Stop being hypocrites and face the reality na may perang involve ang bawat sistema sa mundong ito.

I am gifted with knowledge but not with numerous money.

“Ms. Belleza? Bakit ikaw ang nandito? Where is your parent or guardian?" bungad ng adviser ko. I roamed my eyes to see everyone inside the classroom.

Halos karamihan parents ang nandito. May ilang estudyante na katabi ng mga magulang nila at may mga kasama ring kapatid.

This is the reason why I don't like parent's meeting or any event na kailangan papuntahin ang magulang. Why? Because I already expected that no one can come for me. No one is excited to see my grades or concern with my academic performances.

I am striving hard for success and giving all my best shots. But it is just useless if the people you wanted to see your hardwork couldn't appreciate that.

“No one can able to come. I just get it by my own," I answered, trying not to show that I am disappointed.

Well, kaya ko naman kumuha ng card ko. In fact, I am an independent woman. I used to be with my self, rely on my own and cheering up my inner soul.

“Is that so? Here is your card. Congratulations Ms. Belleza. With Highest Honors again. You did great."

I just smiled plainly after getting my report card. My teacher announced the ranking and all of the people here expresses their amazement and some praises for me being the highest honors.

Again, pilit na naman akong ngumiti.

Binuklat ko ang report card ko at tinignan isa-isa ang grades ko sa bawat subject.

97.85 is the computed percentage. It means 98 ang general average ko kapag ni-round off. Not bad but I should make it higher a little bit next time.

“Congrats Cattleya. Ano general average mo?" tanong ng kaklase ko na hindi ko tanda ang name. I am not memorizing names that are not totally important to be remembered.

“98."

“Wow! Ang galing mo!" She complimented while clapping her hands.

“How about you?"

“90. Nakasabit ako sa With Honors," nakangiting sagot niya sa akin. I don't know why pero nakaramdam ako ng inis at inggit. Bakit mas masaya pa siya kaysa sa akin knowing na mas mataas naman ang nakuha ko?

“Are you happy with that?" She looked directly at my eyes and the smile on her face showed that it comes naturally.

“Yes. Sobrang saya ko na. And mas lalo akong masaya dahil nandiyan ang parent ko na masaya rin sa achievements ko."

The moment she uttered that words,  seems like I was shot by burning large chunk of meteors and created large impact– deep down in my heart.

“Let's go Aika. Kakain tayo sa favorite mong restaurant. Let's celebrate anak!" Tawag ng parent ng kaklase ko habang hawak-hawak ang report card ng anak niya.

“Bye Cattleya. Congrats again!" Tumango na lamang ako. Napatingin ako bigla sa mga parent ng kaklase ko.

May ilang problemado at pinagsasabihan ang kanilang anak pero karamihan ay tuwang-tuwa at pinupuri ang kanilang anak sa kanilang grado.

They may not got the highest grades, but they got the most valuable compliments and real happiness.

I envy them.

I used to give all my best. But I always end up realizing that it is all useless when the people you wanted to be proud of is nowhere to be found at your brightest moment.

I doubt to myself. Is my effort was not enough? I am not enough? But I always give my best. I really do.

Maybe, the person I am expecting to see all of my hard works doesn't care at all.

How tragic...

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