Maybe I shouldn't have started this blog now, not with everything that's been going on.

I forgot to mention yesterday that although my programming class is mainly composed of biology majors, based on the class list there are two medical instrumentation students enrolled with them. I met one of them this morning on my way into the science lecture building, and she asked me about the exercise for tomorrow.

Just like last Saturday, something else seen from around the campus. The yearbook staff is announcing that the very first colored yearbook will be in production this year. Sometime ago it was the yearbook CD, now they have enough money (or they were able to find a way to cut down the cost) to make all the graduating students’ pictures go beyond black and white.

Things have certainly gone a long way since the first time I’ve ever been in a yearbook.

The only hitch between high school and college yearbooks that I see is that in college hardly enough of the people I did hang around with were in the same yearbook as me. Hardly a handful of the guys and girls in freshman block went on to share the crucial over-the-hump last years of my tertiary education.

This is because most of them became irregular students due to academic failures (and couldn’t take the same post-requisite subjects as those who did pass), they shifted, or just dropped off the face of the Earth. Freshman year had the most colorful spectrum of personalities, but it’s just a nostalgic blip in the long road behind now.

Since getting at least one oh-point-oh is an undeniable fact of college life that very few can dodge, it always turns out that most of the students who do end up in the last few units of classes are always from different batches. And only if the bonds are really strong do these memorable people end up in the same yearbook.

The administration has taken that into consideration, because getting in the yearbook is a purely voluntary effort on the part of the student. The same booth in the student plaza that announced the colored annual also said that those students with five or less terms remaining were invited to sign up.

Mostly it’s for the parents anyway, along with commencement, so it doesn’t really matter for the student if the pictures beside his in the yearbook are strangers. The real remembrances of one’s last preparations for the career world are in the heart.