Reflection on the story of Hani

The time I heard of the story, I was inspired. I was very much fortunate than Hani but I wasn’t as good enough as her. She was more courageous than I because despite her worn attire and the fact that she was an outsider of the university, she was able to walked in front of the teacher and asked if he could teach her while me, I cant even ask a teacher of IIT to help me in any of my subjects even though I am a student of this institution.

I may not be as courageous as Hani but just like her, I believe I am committed to work hard as I could to learn and I believe in myself (I even believe in my own lies ha-ha).

Anyways, the story of Hani taught me to be grateful of my social status because unlike her, I am not in worn clothes and my parents could afford sending me to a good school and I should not waste this opportunity. I should be in my best and I should work very hard to repay the effort that my parents exerted on me for me to become a good citizen and for helping me achieve my goals.

Harrry Potter Series

One night, my co-boarders and I were so bored that we decided to watch the Harry Potter Series. Since, we had no class for the next day; we agreed that we’ll stay up late to finish the whole movie from Sorcerer’s Stone to Half Blood Prince. While we were watching the first part which is the Sorcerer’s Stone, everyone was very noisy and was still bored because we already watched the first part for over a million times but still we played it.
It took two hours for the movie to finish and I was surprised that no one went to bed even though they were extremely bored. We proceeded to the second part which is the Chambers of Secrets. At first, some of us were getting drowsy already but when we reached the part where Harry was fighting the basilisk, eyes were opened and we were really excited to see the next part which is the Prisoner of Azkaban.
I didn’t find the third part interesting because I’ve watched it already so I decided to study Math 17 until the third part ends. They were so quiet so I thought they were concentrating really hard but when the movie was over, only a few remained to watch the fourth part which is the Goblet of Fire.
When we were playing the fourth part, most of my co-boarders slept in the middle of the movie, others went to their rooms to find something nice to eat but they never returned and some, including me, tried to watch the movie even though it was already breaking dawn. At the end of the movie, only two of us remained And we were really, really sleepy that we didn’t bother to go to the fifth part which is the Order of the Phoenix.

My Mission in Life

Activity 1

Why am I in this world? Does anyone know why I am here? Why I still breathe? Why my heart still beats? Perhaps, I have a mission to fulfill in this world.

When I ask people what’s their mission, some would answer me to spread God’s words, others would say to be filthy rich and most would answer me to finish their studies. Then, they would ask me back, “What’s your mission?” I fell silent. I don’t know what to answer…I don’t know what my mission is. Suddenly, I remembered my younger sister.

It was 24^th of October 2009 when Mama, my younger sister and I went to Dumaguete City to take my sister to a quack doctor named Ali because she has a problem in walking. At first, my father didn’t agree to the idea of taking her there because he didn’t trust Ali. He preferred taking her to a real doctor instead where she could be treated properly but mother insisted and refused to take her to a hospital because she believed that the “engkantos” (mythical earthly creatures) were the reason why she can’t walk. Father has no choice so he agreed but on condition: they will take me with them because Papa could not leave his office.

When we arrived at Ali’s hut, he said that I should wait outside because only the patient, which is my sister, and mother could come. I didn’t obey him of course because I too don’t trust him and father ordered me to never let my sister out of my sight. It was a horrible sight when I saw my sister being massaged by the quack doctor on her injured leg. She was crying and screaming in pain but mother didn’t do anything. She just listened and watched her scream. I was going to tell Ali to stop because my sister was already screaming in agony but mother stopped me. She said it was for her own good because the “engkantos” would not leave her body.

There was nothing for me that I could do. I went outside because I can’t stand seeing my sister in agony and I don’t want her to see me cry. At that moment, I promised to myself that I should and would become a good doctor so I could treat my sister and other people.

I now know why I still breath, why my heart still beats and why I am her and that is…to become a doctor and not just an ordinary doctor but a great doctor.