At age four, my mother enrolled me in a nearby kindergarten in our small village in Sulu where I was born. I can already read and count by that time. And I was a happy, excited, little chap. I was not accepted by the school. I was one-year old short. To comfort me, they told me there were no more 'kiddy chairs' left; and I have to wait for next year. I cried all the way back home, with my mother dragging me. Why do I have to wait for 365 days just because we don't have enough seats! but what choice do I have? And the 365 days went by so fast. ******* After that year, I entered Kindergarten... Six years in primary School... Another f our years in High School... And finally, finished my four years in college... And here I am today, bracing myself for a higher and more challenging stage I am about to take; my long-term dream: Med.School. Yet NO. No, not now. Not today. It is just yet to come. I have to wait... For another 365 days; for another one, long year. But this
