"...When each and every one of us decides to leave, there will be empty spaces in between the chairs we once occupied as we shared not just laughter and small talks, but the place where we share friendship and similarities that make us, different from anyone else..."
There has been this annoyingly frustrating rumors about my course-mates recently—saying that they want to quit college due to the recent PTPTN loan problems with our college’s administration. I don’t know what to believe and what not to believe. Most of it, I'm just trying to pray that this isn’t going to be true.
Quitting college at this point is something serious. This isn’t going to be as easy as it should be if we quit from the early beginning. Most of us are already in our second semester, while a minority is in their third semester. We have mid-term examination coming up. We already send assignments, did presentation in front of classes, formed groups and whatsoever.
Come on guys, just because of this loan problem; are we all going to give up? What kind of journalists does that anyway? I know I hate this matter as much as everyone else does, but I am not taking quitting as an option. No, this is not a choice nor an option. Quitting isn’t going to solve any problems. Once enrolled into a new college, we have tons to start over—new friends, new environment, new lecturers, and new things. I hate going to start all over again. Once is actually enough for me.
This isn’t just about the matter of quitting and transferring—it is about preserving memories. We made tons of memories throughout our short friendship. We have only started to become friends for a little more than a month but we have become so close, we are like siblings. Don’t tell me any of you aren't cherishing all these memories. There memories are like treasures for me. I have been deeply hurt during high school—starting college again and meeting all of you my course-mates heal my wound so perfectly, I don’t want it to bleed again.
We enjoy laughing and teasing our Journalism’s lecturer so much, it has become a habit for all of us. We love hiding notes underneath our tables during quizzes and cheat on papers when the lecturers tell us not to, because we know that we could all be even better when we share answers together. We love to spend our time eating from time to time; I don’t care if I become a bit fatter when I am supposed to lose all this weight. We talk about little things so loudly, other people might think we are crazy but we just laugh at this thought because we know we are genuinely happy. Most of the time, we just enjoy having each other to talk, to laugh and to be ourselves in a group of students with the same ambitions.
Don’t tell me that none of these mean a thing to any one of you. Please, don’t break my heart up to that point. I don’t think I could stand another pain with this broken self.
The more I think about this, the more I think it is possible that my course-mates really are leaving. I don’t want to stop them—it is up to each and every one of them to choose what the best is for them. But, I do want to play this part of telling them that I don’t want to watch them leave—one by one. I don’t think I could hold onto my tears and my feelings if they really do leave us here all alone. Don’t leave, please. Hear me, dear friends. Don’t leave us. Please don’t. It hurts to think that this friendship couldn’t last, when the truth is that we could have done something to keep it, if not forever, at least until we all graduate from this college.
I think I have written long enough to express what I have been keeping inside of me for such a long time. I know no one from my course would read this rubbish, but at least I am able to express everything in form of written words—because I am better at this instead of talking. I am not good with words because most of the time, I am not that talkative when with you guys (okay, I may be a little talkative, but not that exaggerated), but please don’t leave.
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