THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME AND HOME = U.P. MANILA
LITERALLY MISSING U.P. MANILA… I thought this is what I’ve been waiting for… to finally graduate and to finally work. But why am I suddenly feeling very nostalgic and feeling very homesick? Home= U.P. Manila. I missed U.P. literally. I missed my department. Department of Arts and Sciences--- Ate Pau, Ate Novs, Sir Chong--- my favorite professor--- Sir Hensy, my beloved thesis adviser…. and I know Sir Barry will come back--- my most reliable technical writing professor. I know I am lucky enough because we have a very beautiful office in Makati. But every time I think of DAC--- with its not-so-aircon aircon ;); with its very low ceiling and creaking second floor; with its virus-lover computers and laptops; with its very small cubicles for very martyr professors… I can’t help but feel homesick… that department had been both my solitary and my chaotic realm. I missed GAB cafeteria. Yup. It is not called a canteen, but rather cafeteria. I missed Nutrilicious red tea--- my most favorite tea