The urge to write and read the prolific idea of other people stopped four years ago. I am back to blogging.  My sudden comeback is caused by my Creative Writing class. In the midst of the sun’s violent attack, I would sit outside of our class waiting for the dismissal of the previous class. I would wait outside trying to eavesdrop as discreetly as I can. I need to.  Writing is not as simple as A, B, C and could be as hard as Calculus. We could all write but not all are exemplary and I am one of the mediocre that is dreaming to be a professional writer someday. Every time we are forced to read a story and analyze it, I feel so insecure especially when it is a very good one. I have always wondered if I would be successful someday in life, I think not.

When the clock says 2:30, my absent mind snaps to reality. It will be another challenge for me. It will be my Creative Writing class already. Our professor will sit on her chair facing her laptop, she would occasionally glimpse at us to check our number. We never miss a day without an absent student. The students put gaps between their seats and we are all scattered inside the special classroom. I would take a deep breathe before we officially start the class.

I never knew how wonderful writing is and because of this class, I realize how bad my writing skills are.

I clicked my friend, Macie‘s blog, last time. I saw to her side bar that she still linked my old blog. I clicked it and read it once again. I admit that if my skills are bad now it is worse before. I thought of reviving it, but I decided not. I realize how childish my posts were, all my difficulties with life, love and studies were there. I am caught red-handed.  I even wrote in Tagalog-English, so pathetic.  But on the other hand, I felt happy for the fact that I know I’m not like that anymore.

You could read it. The link is on my side bar named Old Blog. Read it just for fun but it is not recommended.