yesterday's peak of celebration has taken a dip when I overslept for the umpteen time (since I started boarding) and was obviously late for some important thing.... It ended up with forsaking my presence for the 3rd time already and I just couldn't piece these disorientation back together again. It isn't something expected from me, an early bird, particular about punctuality, and highly disciplined but it is most queer that the RLP boarding term has transformed me.

I have grown in many way and for that, I am thankful for this opportunity. But it's more of the mundane lectures and theories being passed on to us, it is the livelihood of independence that we had to load into our backpacks that was honing the leadership aspect in me. I had to make my own decisions and it was indeed a worthwhile experience but I must say, I am thankful it comes to an end. Boarding has been a whale of a time, the perfect situation to bond and extend my circle of friends, but somethings are not that welcoming (well mainly the disgusting food) and I am glad that it's back to being at home, back to the shelter of my family's warmth, back to the familiar stench emanating from my dog, back to reality, back to happiness--Home.