13/01/2026
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Letโs be honest, nobody really wants to come back yet.
Christmas break just ended, and we are all pretending our alarms didnโt ring. Our bags are still half-packed, our sleep schedules are completely off, and in our heads, we are still thinking, โPwede bang isang linggo pa?โ Like that is the only option. We drag ourselves out of bed in our small boarding house room, glance at the desk piled with old notebooks and scattered clothes, and suddenly realize that the break is officially over.
Everything feels heavier than when we left. The laundry waits in the corner. Groceries need restocking. Bills are piling up. Lectures, quizzes, assignments, and endless RD checklists stack themselves in our mind as if they are whispering, โAkala mo nakalimutan na kita.โ The little comforts of home, like the extra blankets we stole from momโs room, that leftover mango float in the fridge, long nights of uninterrupted sleep, and even TikTok doomscrolling, suddenly feel so far away.
We sigh and stretch. We look at our things and mutter quietly to ourselves, โAri naman ta sa baryo dos...โ Half joke, half truth, but we know it. We know we have to get up, unpack, organize, and start again.
Dragging our bags across the floor, we put our shoes on the rack, shove clothes into drawers, and pick up our notebooks. Notes from last semester peek out like little reminders of the things we did not finish. For a moment, we just sit on the bed, breathe, and let it sink in that another semester is starting. The smell of instant coffee and detergent lingers. The small desk lamp reminds us that the nights ahead will be long, and the quiet of the room makes our thoughts louder.
Yet behind these unwelcome realities, we are reminded of our purpose, of why we chose this path.
Even on days when our eyes are half-closed, when our brains are screaming โAyoko na!โ and our beds are calling us back, we remember why we became students in the College of Health Sciences. Not for easy days, not for grades, and not for certificates, but because it matters. Helping others and preparing to be someone people can trust is worth dragging ourselves out of bed again and again.
Then it hits us. We are no longer starting from zero. We are halfway through the school year. Halfway through the lectures, return demos, duties, exams, and assignments. Halfway through the moments that test our patience, empathy, and willpower. The doubts that once felt overwhelming are still there, but they no longer stop us.
Hence, we take a deep breath, sip our coffee, and quietly whisper to ourselves, โNakaya ko, at kakayanin ko uli...โ
This semester is not about being perfect or fully motivated. It is about showing up. About trying again and again, even when we feel lazy and tired. About trusting the process, remembering why we started, and keeping our eyes on the bigger picture.
So maybe it is not about asking โPwede bang isang linggo pa?โ anymore. Perhaps it is about saying, โIsang semester na lang.โ One semester to finish what we started. One semester to grow. One semester to get closer to the people we want to become.
And suddenly, coming back does not feel so heavy anymore.
โ๏ธ: Cheska B. Lamputi
๐ป: Trisianne Dae E. Divinagracia
