I was waiting for the jeepney as I was hiding the tears on my face. I frequently stooped down to hide the bulging watery eyes. As I reached home, there in my room, I burst into tears. My heart was so heavy that I could hear the pounding of my heart. My eyes looked smaller due to uncontrollable tears flowing. Then, I looked at the sky and tried to find consolation and help. Should I give up or fight for my dream?
             That day, the Ministry of Education Director for Medical School did not want to give me permit for Medical School, a prerequisite to enter Medical proper, unless my school would allow me to enroll that second semester. I already spent half a year in Medical proper in that school. However, the Assistant Dean of Medical School didn't allow me to enroll unless I had the permit. Unfortunately the Dean was on leave. I went back and forth on those two most inconsiderate people I had ever met. I got tired working on this for several days. I was pleading on them guaranteeing them that I would be a very good doctor. Nonetheless, my effort was futile.
             How about my dream? It was almost in my hand. I was almost there. I could remember how difficult the entrance exams was and how lucky was I when out of thousands applicants, I was one of the 80 students who were chosen. How could I let go of my dream when I was beginning to adjust my study habit and got high grades; when all my classmates were excited that I may be enrolled and they would pay for my miscellaneous fee; when one of my classmates offered her home for free while I 'd be in med proper; when almost all my relatives were proud of me having a scholarship in med school. How then could I let it go?
             On the other hand, could this be a sign that I was not really meant for my dream? I was a product of a broken family. My parents separated when I was 10 years old. We were five in the family and I was the eldest. Three of us lived with our mom while
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