When I got back, I felt dehydrated in so many ways possible. I didn't feel like doing anything because I felt like it was going to burst the BJ-and-I bubble I had been floating on for two months. That meant overall surliness.

Needless to say, my family didn't appreciate it (For good reason, now that I think about it).

It took a while before I realized that I was going to have to get on with the program. I've graduated ... what now? Just last night I was talking to Denise and telling her how I feel that my value as a person has depreciated upon graduating. It was so much easier to be enthusiastic about the future while you're in school. Sitting in Fr. David's class, I thought of being as effective a speaker as he is (I don't know about effective teaching, though). Sitting in English class, I thought of being the literary academe I've always wanted to be. Now that I've finished the whole kaboom though, I don't know how to start going about anything.

Tomorrow I'm going to be meeting with the Assistant VP for Student Affairs of the Ateneo Grade School. I'm going to try and be the moderator for their writing club/publication Blue Horn, which I know nothing about. Add that (If I get accepted) to the 9 Education units I've brought upon myself this semester and, well, I guess I'm all set. For now.