blur

i want to be remembered. who does not want to? as my departure from US is fast approaching, i can not help but wonder if the people i met here will remember me. did they learn something from me as much as i learned from them? in what way will they remember me? if we meet five to ten years from now, can they recognize me? i hope yes.


i started my journey almost seven months ago. with only determination and self-confidence, i travelled half the globe to study in USA. it was not my first time to come to the States so I was not that afraid. i was so thirtsy of independence then that i already set my mind that whatever happens to me will make me a better and stronger person. i anticipated challenges and planned what will i do if they come to me. I also programmed my mind that being a US government-sponsored-scholar will make my parents proud of me and with that their sacrifices will not be in vain.

it was not that easy for me at first but I can proudly say i survived. my friends here became my family. we eat lunch and dinner together and go out together. i love them so much. the laughs, the non-sense talks, the arguments and of course the friendship we shared will always be with me. i dont know if they will remember having someone named JAMALEAH BENITO once in their life but i can assure them they will never be forgotten.

but then, as time flies, everything will seem like a blur. i hope i am one of the unforgettables. i hope i wil not be put into oblivion. i hope i will not be a blur.