The glares of
the sun started to crawl from my window, escaping from the blue sheets that
tried to partition me from the rest of the world. I was in a deep slumber, but
the glares were so furious in entering my eyelids and so I was awaken to
something I thought would be a fine morning.
As a routine, I immediately
grabbed my iPad and checked what ‘news’ is in store for me that day. In the
social networking realm, ‘news’ are more likely to be in the form of instagram
post, tweet or a facebook update. But I tapped the mail icon first thing that
morning and eventually led me to a series of unread emails.
Dear Mr. Punzalan,
Please find attached a letter from the counselor, communicating the
official and final result of your application for the Scholarship.
I have consciously prepared
myself for this day. And a certain rush of blood has started to flow in my
face, the rest of my body were shaking. My family and close friends were more
excited about this day than I was. Weeks before, they solicited updates from
me, but I could give none as it was not due for results release yet… Not until
this morning.
I tapped the attached file on
that email; the letter looked very surreal, as if it was one of those I have
seen in the movies, from Hogwarts perhaps, only that it was online. It had the logo on the upper left, the date
and my name in bold letters above my home address.
Dear Mr. Punzalan,
Thank you for your application for the Scholarship.
The selection process was very competitive
due to the high number of applications received and we only have a limited
number of awards available. Unfortunately, your application was unsuccessful.
I have always assured myself
that I am prepared for whatever the email will contain. Right after I had my
interview weeks before, I tamed myself to accept how my application will be
judged. I was self-guarded because they say that the lesser you expect, the
lesser pain you will feel. But I proved everyone who said that wrong. No wall could ever be enough to protect us
from the emotions that we are hoping to shield ourselves from, and in my case,
the frustration. Emotions are hand crafted to be too powerful and we should
never under estimate them.
I showed the email to my
parents who gave me strength in the midst of I, quitting the application
process as it was the most tedious, effortful and costly application I have
ever made in my life. My family and friends got my back on this which made
everything more manageable. My sister even booked me a 5-star hotel
accommodation when I had to take the professional English exam as one checkbox
to the lengthy list of requirements. My friends offered their hand and time to
gather my academic records from miles away. The learning manager from my work
even bid me an hour of her ever busy schedule and enclosed me in a meeting room
as she mentored me on how to portray myself in front of my distinguished panel
of interviewers. Albeit I tried to keep it a secret, I have received an
overwhelming pour of well wishes and prayers. They knew me too well that this
was a dream I have always looked upon – gaining a prestigious master’s degree in an
international university.
I walked steadily up the
stairs, heading back to my room where I was initially poised at; I stared back
at the glares from my room window which awoke me that morning. I sat on the
edge of my bed and unconsciously, there were drops falling from my eyes though
I was feeling and thinking blankly.
I don’t understand where those
tears came from; I knew for sure that I have buckled my belt so tight prior to
that day.
***
A few weeks ago, I was in
cloud nine when I received an email from the same saying that my application,
along with my proposal was shortlisted for the awards across the high
competition of applications, and I was due for final interview with a set of
interviewers coming from well respected organizations.
I carefully weighted my
options on what to wear for that interview. I decided to wear something that
would speak of who I was. Young, fun but straightforward. I wore a plaid long
sleeved polo in the streaks of blue, red and white, a pair of khaki trousers
and wrapped myself up with a black coat.
I was there 20 minutes ahead
of my schedule only to find out that the sessions were delayed for not less
than an hour. Parallel to me was a guy who waited for almost the same as I do
on that couch, he was sharp and I could tell immediately that he must have had
years of work experience in contrast to my two years. I was right. He was a
manager for nine years in a health care government agency. He was vying for the same award, I was competing with a manager. How else could I not be intimidated? We had short
conversations, bits of chat to help us both be at ease while waiting. You see
those movies when they have a frame shot on interviewees waiting for their
names to be called on the reception area? That was exactly how it was.
***
When it was my turn to face
the panel, I started with a smile and the smile has kept me company all through out. Our conversations were very smooth and I
could say that I threw them a good impression of I, being a young boy with big
dreams. My mentor, as I mentioned earlier gave me a premiere view of myself, of
reaching for the stars instead of the moon, of being young and thirsty for
learning. That was how I was planning to sell myself right there. The forty minute exchange of views and opinions was well tucked. It
could have been the best interview I have ever experienced, with cherry on top,
if it were not for that fatal one last question which I have already thought of
but could not find the perfect answer.
I’m not quite sure if that one
last hit had me bleeding and if it overpowered the rest of the thirty nine minutes I
have been working so hard to raise the bar. Maybe it was that fatal, I assume.
I remain hopeful still though,
that with a paper I projected for a noble cause, I can make it through.
***
The glares from the window
pane have started a descent of angle as the sun was starting to go up high. I could
do nothing but think of the money we have spent, of everybody’s efforts to pull
the strings together, of almost three months of working and writing that
application and another two months of waiting, skipping weekend fun with my friends all because I need to focus.
Most importantly, how much I have invested myself on a dream I share with
everyone who believes in me. But this failure is actually wryly imperative to
the universal concept of this dream. The
dream remains constant, of course, but the failure only explains that the ‘how’
part of reaching for the dream might not be the one defined for you. The dream
is still there to be caught, but you have to go back to base and think which
game plan to use. This is where the cliché line ‘Life is a big battle ground’ comes into sense.
Well I also thought that if
this wasn’t the game plan designed for me to reach that dream, then why do I
have to go too far only to fail when I could have failed earlier in the game
already. The answer is: because I have
to understand what the failure was for and to explain to me why this game plan
is the wrong one. Had I failed early in the game, I must have been just bitter
with failure itself not clearly understanding the logic behind, but having
fought the game until the farthest I could; I saw what the entire game plan was
all about and understood why it wasn’t for me.
That last question in that
interview got me scared about my application and got me summoning myself, the responsibility was just too
enormous to handle, though I was optimistic that I could bear it, I have to
make a reality check if that kind of responsibility was something I was up for.
***
Now I still don’t know which
game plan is the one written in the stars for me to reach that dream. But at
least I got one in the list crossed out. I’ll probably start from there.
P.S. Dear family and friends who gave me the chance to prove myself, this entire
event might not be the most grandeur of them all, it actually is just mundane
if you look at it, but I give my warmest
thanks for the support you have unconditionally offered no matter how big or
small this affair is. Your well wishes are everything I need to know that
I still have the best things in life.
Note: The anonymity of the scholarship program is preserved due to the author's will to not cause any misunderstanding of their selection process or promote biased view of the scholarship program. The communication from the organizers are only snippet of the entire letter.