When I was a college freshman, I joined a political group. I had no idea what I got myself into nor any idea how much it would influence me, my life, and the lives of people around me.
After more than two decades, I had a chance to see my friends again and I realized that regardless of the things I did and didn’t do, I would want my life the way it was and I wouldn’t change anything even if I’d be miraculously given a chance.The moment I entered the organization, I lost my chance for a college scholarship not because I was disqualified but because I discovered that education wasn’t entirely done inside the classroom. I learned more from the streets and from watching people than I did sitting inside the classroom and listening to the teachers. I learned about various theories of psychology in school, but I learned about friendship, loyalty, sacrifices, hunger, pain and suffering outside. I learned about heroes inside the classroom, but I saw friends who gave up their future for what they believed in.
I learned about life in school, but I learned how to live in the streets. When I graduated from college, I knew my education wasn’t complete yet, because I’ve known then that it never will be…
To my former KAS, cheers to US and the memories we shared!