I once met a man with a PhD in Chemical Engineering. He introduced himself and said, Just call me Bob.That was it. No letters. No performance. Just quiet certainty.And that is when I decided I would never need M.S. after my name. The Question I was asked once why I don’t put M.S. after my name. It was said kindly,
Tag: Education
’Twas the night before midterms, the room was a mess,My desk was a battlefield, nothing was less.The coffee was cold, yet I brewed it again,Pretending that caffeine could nourish my brain. My notes were all scattered, my focus was gone,The outline I made was a joke all along.I’d planned to review, yet I just couldn’t start,For memes and regret fought
I was supposed to be on a study break. You know, reviewing Azure firewall rules, maybe poking around Wireshark like a good future cybersecurity engineer. Instead… I went on YouTube.Big mistake. Huge. A video popped up: “Old Manila in the 1960s — A Glimpse of the Glory Days.” Cue vintage cars, clean streets, people in barong casually walking down Escolta,
During a study break — between subnetting practice and scripting firewall rules (because, yes, I’m trying to become a network and cybersecurity engineer) — I ended up scrolling through old photos of the Philippines. Escolta in its prime. Manila with actual public transport that worked. Filipinos dressed sharp, moving with purpose. It didn’t just feel nostalgic — it felt tragic.
Because textbooks speak fluent Martian and I prefer human. Here’s the deal: every time I take on a new topic—networking, cybersecurity, Python, how to survive a data analysis without summoning demons—I do something that feels almost rebellious. I buy a For Dummies book.Yes, on purpose. Not because I think I’m dumb. Not because I collect yellow covers like Pokémon cards.