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Just like what everybody else would have thought, Biology is hard. Even when I was a child, I never dreamt of being neither a scientist nor a biologist. Honestly, I hate insects. I don't like plants. I love animals but I don't have the determination to give them tender loving care.

When we had an introduction in Biology, I got interested. My interest grew wider when I knew that the teacher was not much older with us. I thought she'd be a good teacher and at the same time, a good friend of mine. I thought she'd be the greatest teacher I could have. Anyway, I am always interested about introductions - only introductions. So, my mind was full of excitement. I had ideas of what would be the next topics we would discuss, ideas about those days we are strolling around the mall with our new teacher. Really. Our teacher described what would the subject Biology be like. With lots of activities, who wouldn't think of Biology as a fun subject to be involved with?

But my mind was wrong. Days came. The only activity I remembered is the "Paraiso"; I don't remember what I exactly felt. But I know I'm a little bit satisfied with how things went. I'm just so moody I didn't seem to enjoy my role. Maybe, another factor why I didn't seem to have fun with that activity is my stage fright. I shy away in front of the audience.
The next activities, truthfully, I wasn't that happy. I got irritated because of my other group mates. For example is the "Grasshopper, Snake and Frog"... something like that; Where we brought different colors of plastic bags. So, after that activity, I just went inside the room and sat down like nothing happened. I tried to enjoy it but I really can't.

Well, until we came into a tougher one. Our teacher taught us about Genetics. I was really in panic! A question once popped in my head, "Why do I really need to study such things? This is such an abuse of the mind." Well, if I was the teacher at that moment, I would be so angry with anyone who would try to say that. But what can I say? Really, Genetics is hard. I don't mean (with that statement) that it doesn't have any importance in the world. My mind was just so occupied at that time; I can't understand even a single word the teacher would discuss. For short, I wasn't listening. Though, now, I understood some parts of our lesson (Genetics). At least, I have knowledge about it, rather than none.

It became harder and harder as the date of the final exams got nearer. I can't take this anymore. But to my surprise, I liked Genetics. I love computing probabilities. I learned to love everything about it. Thanks to our teacher, I had understood our lesson.

School had been my home since I was four. Before, teachers would always praise me for my wonderful behavior. I was well-behaved back then.

But as I grow up, I'd grown into someone I barely even know. I became ignorant, turning my back from the things I'd worked so hard in the past years. I wasted everything I have. In just a snap, everything fell down, all was gone. How foolish I am to let things happen just like that! Why I didn't try to stop it? I'd gone crazy, confused and didn't know what to do.

I thought I had no hope. Bu where it started... is where it ended - school.

"Keep your feet on the ground," Be professional," and "Respect the teacher," are some of the lessons I learned from one particular teacher of mine. Over and over, she tells us that we should always be professional. This just means that we should grow up. Fifteen years is not enough for me to be omniscient. I'm just starting to understand life, but not fully.

Grow up. Grow up. Grow up.

This maybe the worst year I'd ever had. But if I just became professional from the start I wouldn't e this little old crazy girl trying so hard to bring back the reputance I had lost.

Our nation’s problems get more and more serious. It seems that solutions are unreachable. Remember the wire-tapping issue, impeachment complaint, jueteng scandal, graft and corruption, kidnapping cases, rape slay, robbery? The major problems our country is confronting are economic crisis, poverty and unemployment.

Is there really a possible solution to all of these? Problems seem to be a metal that hinders out nation’s progress, but for each problem there is a solution, only if we look deeper in ourselves.

The solution is maybe in our hands, why don’t we use the word COOPERATION? This is a term synonymous with teamwork. We Filipinos make a big team. If there were communication and unity, this nation will soon rise, like a team working together to win this battle. This is a foundation for progress and cooperation will be our strength in overcoming these national problems.

Yes, I know it will take a long time for us to recover and bring our nation to success. I still believe that there’s always a hope in everything, begin with hope through cooperation.