I never wanted to go to DLSU. UP was my dream school from childhood. My parents went to UP. My brother and sister went to UP. Most of my cousins and uncles and aunts and grandparents on both sides graduated and (in some cases) worked in UP. I'm a purebred maroon-blood.
But fate has its way of laying a massive golden egg somewhere off the well-beaten road to distract you. My scholarship was that very shiny, almost kitschy-tacky egg that got me tripping over my feet (not that I don't already do that that on a daily basis).
But I never expected to fall in love with La Salle. And all the wonderful people I met. And the exciting, complicated, messy life of a Lasallian what with the campus politics, short breaks, trimestral system, dress code, incessant flooding and cold classrooms. I will never know what it would be like to be a Fighting Maroon (what is that??) or a Blue Eagle or whatever, but I will never regret the road I picked.
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