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As I am packing my things, I reminisce at the time that has passed since I first did this about 19 months ago.

Back then I was that girl with the biggest hopes but having tasted some failures I have learned that not everything goes according to plan. I am part of an organization as well as I am a part of a student council and my experiences in both has taught me so much not only about others but more so about myself.

I have learned to accept my flaws, I have leaned that despite wanting everything to be perfect sometimes destiny has other plans. I have also learned to let go of my fears, to some extent I have realized that I should not always be over thinking and over analyzing things. I should not complicate things because I am just being too hard on myself.

Most importantly I have learned that not everyone who comes into my life stays in it. I have met a lot of new people, I got closer to some of them and not so much with others. I have learned that people do come and go and there comes a time that I will actually be the one who lets go.

As a new semester begins I have a lot of  fears but then again life wouldn't be exciting without them. I know that I will have bigger responsibilities   and duties but then every step is a learning experience that will surely teach me the ropes of life and for this I a very grateful.

Here is to an exciting and fruitful 4th semester at UPLB!!!

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