IN RETROSPECT LITTLE THINGS

Alexine Ticman

Oftentimes, we think of the weight of the big things.

We think that the big days will matter more than the mediocre ones. We think that the big events will be more remembered than the details. But truth be told, that’s not the case. Well, not for me and UE, to say the least.

In a year from now, I’ll think back on the memories I’ve had in this universtiy. A year from now, I know I’ll remember the graduation ball, the big ceremonies, the strand weeks. In fact, I’ll even remember the major performance tasks our class went crazy for. I‘ll be thinking of the moment we realized our hardships paid off during the Mr and Ms. Innovative for STEM strand week and even the days leading up to that. I’ll remember dancing with people I don’t know yet share my home with to Can’t Take My Eyes Off You in the quadrangle. I’ll remember the excitement in the air and the glamour in the aura during graduation ball. I’ll remember tossing the cap.

But God, I hope in 10 years from now, I hope I won’t forget the little things.

In 10 years from now, I hope to remember the sweet greetings from the ate’s operating the elevators. The way the unison of thank yous would sing upon arrival, the way we would giggle when we attempt to scare them with ghost stories. I hope I remember the adventures I have in the regular days. The long travels from home to school and in between that gives me glimpse of the world. I hope I remember the small performance tasks that bonded us. The small days that laughed with us. The short days that brought joy. The tiny days that all amount to my weight in gold—tripled.

The big things are momentous, indeed. But at the pace life is going? At the quick two years turned to the best four months of my life? I want the little things with me forever. The little things that made UE my home, and the little things that made me a warrior.