Grades, grades, grades

When I started going to school as a kindergartener, I didn't care about grades. Who did at that age? All we cared about was playing, making new friends, and maybe getting a stamp of a star on our hand to show to our parents when we got home. Then came prep, grade school, high school, and college. All those years, I still didn't care much for them either much to the chagrin of my parents (Maybe if they still gave out star stamps, it would have been a different story).

Decades later, though, this changed. Don't get me wrong, I didn't necessarily change my poor study habits practiced over a lifetime (Cramming has become hardwired into my system). I just CARED more about grades. Maybe it's because I'm in a different country, and so had some desire to prove that Filipinos can hold their own in the first world.

Well, I am very happy to report that I got invited to join the Kappa Tau Alpha journalism honor society. They only invite people with a GPA of 4.0, so I was glad that recent upheavals in my life did not adversely affect my academics as might have been expected. Pasensiya na sa pagyayabang. I know my friends and family will be very happy for me. I was just very excited about this, and it's the first academic goal that I've really been wanting to achieve.