Her Reflections

    I am Aleina Reeze T. Abonita, and I’m a 10th-grade student. I used to be a lot when I was young. I loved to explore, and I was always curious about things that caught my eye. Now, my only hobbies are writing, such as love letters, stories, poems, or simply journaling. I am also an artist, and I love to paint and sketch landscapes, scenes, and objects. I also read a lot of physical books like classics, mythology stories, novels, and even series. I binge-watch a lot of movies, anime, and series. I enjoy watching movies that have romance, thriller, and gore, but I can watch almost anything as long as it’s a good watch. Among all these things, writing is the hobby that I cherish the most. It gives me a sense of validation because writing makes me feel heard, and I seem to arrange my thoughts better when I write.

    Within the boundaries of our school, I tried my best to concentrate and dedicate myself to studies since I know it’s a necessity to graduate with flying colors. When I’m studying, I catch myself being drained a lot from schoolwork. There are days so mundane that I find studying to be a little bit more difficult than usual. To avoid situations like that, I would always take a moment to relax and manage my time for myself and studies, as well as my extracurricular activities such as journalism, clubs, sports, and other school activities. Though it never held me back from being something more than just an “average student” because there’s this burning passion in me that hopes that one day, I will become the person that I’ve always wanted to be. To finally stand beside my dreams and head held high above, to be proud of what I’ve become and what I’ve achieved in life—I wanted to be something more than labeled as “just”.

    I could say that life has been quite a toll as it is for everyone else. I developed a few changes from when I started going to high school, but two things that stayed with my every being were that I never failed to understand, or rather, I was the spitting image of empathy. I may never be in their situation, but I embodied it as something that was mine to take. I was even aware when I was about to make mistakes, and yet I’d still do it with the knowledge of knowing what would happen to me. Why? I wanted to learn from them. Mistakes are not just mistakes; they are the ones that change the way we are now. Sometimes, choosing the harder way can be proof that I am something more—that I have something more. It was painful to feel too much and grieve too much over something that never have I held in my hand before. Yet, it also stopped me from becoming someone who was led by the greed & cruelty of things that held people accountable. 

    With this trait I had, I learned to love people better and understand even when people seem to misunderstand them for things they never did. I came to love myself more and more by the day because I wanted to fathom change, but not because I hated the way I was before; I wanted to change to reflect. It was to become someone better, someone people can open up to, and rely on when things get a little too heavy to bear. So, this led me to be self-aware, and that made me act quick when I started to realize that I had bad habits that I needed to change.

    Well, I am also very attentive. I wouldn’t be going around pretending not to read the room when just a slight movement, expression, or tone —I’ll know what’s going on. The same goes academically, scared as a cat I am when I find myself not being able to understand a thing or two about a lesson. It was getting harder to keep up, but I knew my worth a
ll too well, so I never backed down. I faced these challenges with fear in my face, “Here we are.”

I thought I was attentive because I had to hold my stand as an SSC student, but it occurred to me that I was just like that, and what a blessing. So, with the ability to pay close attention to things that people sometimes fail to notice, it made me a lot more confident to speak up because of my ability to notice and observe a little better. 

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