Great Time

Before the summer break, someone promised me that we will all have great times together when we return to school on June. All the cynicism in me ruled out that I shouldn’t believe him so I expected for the worst.

The tendency of resisting changes and maintaining a status-quo has always been innate in our system. We call it homeostasis, and being the same old stubborn Migz, it mounted an immune response to all changes. That was when June came along with 120 new faces to know, new names to remember and new personalities to understand. Insecurities slowly overrode and there I was, fending off the inevitable and crashing right into it in a fatal crash.

Now, the semester has passed. Perhaps the stress made us all unaware of our biorhythms but it’s true, the semester is over. And I’m here staring into space and asking, how did it happen? I thought I was right there with all my doubts and distrust trying to reroute the courses of things towards me. Then, I’m here clueless: What happened?

Change. I guess I have no choice but to admit that my “homeostasis” recognized a new status quo. Perhaps I did embrace those inescapable changes. After all, they were not that bad. In fact, the worst that I expected last summer never came.

It’s hard to fathom now that amidst all the emotional and academic strain, there are flashbacks of happy and cheerful memories of this semester. The stress was unbelievable. With exams forcing us to cram a book or two in our throbbing brains in a few weeks, the anxiety actually manifested both physically and mentally. But still, I can actually enjoy remembering my best friend and I devouring all by ourselves a family-size pizza and party-size spaghetti, ice skating and (most of the time) watching my friends fall on their butts from time to time, watching Superman first time in IMAX, learning DotA and a lot more nights and days of laugh trips and fun.

At some point I did smashed into my fears and crumbled into rubbles. But thank God, I picked myself back up. Then, things turned brighter and lighter. Those new faces became new friends. As told to me by my Lord Protector, “the nest just got bigger.” Of course there’s no point denying that the dynamics have changed but still, certain things remain. Friendships being fostered by time get stronger as we forge new ones. The bond is still there, undiminished.

The conqueror in me has found its waterloo. But in spite of it, I emerged glorious in this battle. However, I might have succeeded earlier if in the first place I trusted my best friend of his promise. Don’t worry, next time, I’d trim down with the pessimism.

At any rate, we all had great times together.