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Right now, the inside of my head feels all fuzzy and my eyes are impossibly puffy. It's because I've been crying and crying and crying these past few hours, and the reason for that is that around 8 PM tonight, as I was about to dig into a salad, I got a call from Mr. Peabody. Mr. Peabody works for the financial aid committee of the Ateneo School of Medicine and Public Health, and when I saw his name flashing on the screen of my phone as it rang, I was not expecting good news. I knew the scholarship results were supposed to come out tomorrow, so the fact that he was already calling me at this hour probably meant something bad. It probably meant that I didn't make it, and that he wanted to break the news to me gently, before the list came out and before the scholars started celebrating. Our conversation went like this: Hello Aimee? Hello? Yes, Sir. Hi. Hello. So we've made a decision already.  Yes sir? (Internal dialogue: HOLY CRAP THIS IS IT. LET ME DOWN EASY. D...

           For weeks I have put off updating this thing, because updating it would mean having to write about too many events. At first I just didn't want to talk about thesis (about the Boss Battle that took place in the school clinic, about our final crawl towards the finish line), so I waited until I had something more interesting to write about. But I waited and I waited, and all the interesting things just piled up. So now if I am to write about March, I'd have to write about Health Sci Night, about the Seniors' Pabaon, about the Health Sci retreat. I'd have to mention the sentimentality I felt when I saw my own graduation picture beneath a perfect glass frame. I'd have to enumerate the plethora of feels that I feeled when I saw my name on that ASMPH accepted list. I'd have to flash back through so much block history in order to properly convey that air of grown-upness that permeated our block trip to Fontana. And then I'd have to add pictures. ...