Romancing the Days

Hype hype and more hype! As for the guys, we girls were from single-sex mission schools and going co-ed was the singlemost, foremost thought in our brains, for the first few months of JC that is. Newly-formed couples were running around holding hands and looking blissfully in 'LURVE'. Of course, yours truly got sucked into the 'twosomes' picture as well, in blissful distraction from studies. 

Guys came and went, I liked one, two and three guys at a time... Mum was having a hard time coaxing me to study more... but noooo. I got myself even MORE involved with things not related to study. Council. It was more a remnant from all that unchannelled time that I used to spend running around in secondary school. But it didn't achieve anything more than getting me a piece of paper which recognized me as a 'school servant'. 

No prizes for guessing my studies slacked. And then guess who comes to the rescue? Teachers. Thank God for teachers! One brought me to church, the first time I actually had the slightest comprehension of what the Gospel preaches. About who Jesus is and how He fits into the whole picture in my life, if at all. It was like listening to a story, half skeptical and half wanting to believe. But other than His Name, I had no idea who He was and what He represented. 

So it was that I said the sinners' prayer and they said I was a Christian. You gotta be joking. That's it? 

The great big difference in saying the Sinners' Prayer and SAYING the Sinners' Prayer is the one thing I lacked: Faith. How could I have faith? Would a merciful God let wars take place, would a merciful God let me be betrayed? To me the answer was a big No. 

Despite, I went home and told Pa I wanted to become a Christian. His was an even more resounding NO. Reincarnation and the Christian Heaven... would we even meet? Would I be a filial, pious daughter? I was convinced father knows best... so I dropped the Christian thing. 

Life went on, I got attached again, and got miserable results to graduate with.