Meant for a different frontline
Train sings to my ears, “Play that song That will make me go all night looong.” All night long. I have been trying to be productive for some nights long now. I have been reading, attempting to catch my school backlogs up, preparing for exams. At the same time, I have been worrying. It has been long since the last time I wrote, or more precisely, blogged. A lot has happened which are not entered here and for which I’ll find time and gather feelings to write. A summary would be that after my research associate stint in UP-NIH, I worked as a nurse in PGH. I think this was my last life move that was according to my plan. The next steps I took were all impulsive. A year later, I enrolled for a Master’s degree in Special Education from which I eventually quit. I was interested with the field but a mere interest did not motivate me enough to brave through the Taft-Diliman traffic thrice a week after toxic shifts at work. On my third year as a nu...