Quizan, John I.

MET - 3103
Professional Ethics

I started writing a journal on October 25,2023. It is 2019 and I yet keep an

account of my day-to-day life. How did that happen?
I was sitting on my bedroom floor with all the things from my “memory box”
scattered around me: key-chains, broken jewelry, stickers, tattoos,
souvenirs, gifts, brochures, school projects, an old mug, a broken watch,
notes, papers, photos, and all those things that I had collected while
growing up anything that was remotely emotionally valuable to me.
It was the night of December 18th, 2019, I had just come back from the
Christmas program at school, and I wanted to keep some things in my box,
but I got so busy digging into all the things that I had collected throughout
the years. I was in my senior year at the point, and my classmates and I
had prepared a musical for the closing act. It took days of brainstorming
and preparations for the show to go so well! I was on a HIGH. Everybody
was so happy, especially since we as classmates had bonded a lot in those
past few months. The realization of graduating was overwhelming, and it
made us want to enjoy every little bit of time together.
A few days before the show, we had also planned a formal Christmas
dinner between us classmates and our homeroom teachers since most of
us had travel plans with our families as soon as the winter break began. I
remember, in that dinner we had a Secret Santa activity where we had to
act out the person we had to give our gift to, while the others had to take
guesses on who the person was. It was a lot of fun and very nice to see
how we knew little things about each other! I realized how my life revolved
around these people since I went to the same school all my life. Little did I
know that the feelings in me were a product of the accumulated
experiences throughout the years.