Oxymoron: My Personal Story
Oxymoron is the perfect term to utilize when I have to describe my life and existence. I can certainly say that I have undergone bittersweet experiences. My mind has captured terrible beauty. My heart has released silent screams. A controlled chaos is what my personal story depicts.
It was the second day of September, in the year 1994, when I was born to a married couple. They are known as Anastacio and Cecilia Mondia. They combined their names and called me Ancel. Tears of joy and tears of pain were shed at the same time. The immediate family of my parents felt mixed emotions. They rejoiced at the idea of having a new addition to the family.
However, at the sight of me, they horribly cried. I am fearfully and wonderfully made with cleft lip and palate. Life is a precious gift but birth defects are considered misfortunes. When I was months old, I underwent surgeries. My parents wanted to alleviate my misery. Nevertheless, I grew up with a scarred face. My congenital splits were gone, but I was still defective in the eyes of many. They often questioned and underestimated my power of speech.
Kids in my time openly ridiculed and bullied me. They mockingly laughed at my ugliness. I was humiliated for my physical appearance. I thought I would live forever in shame. I spoke less and wrote more until I discovered my love for writing. I was a fourth grader at Oton Central Elementary School when I created a poem. It was published in the school newsletter. People began to know me not only by my birth defects, but also my talent.
When I studied at Oton National High School, I entered Special Program for the Arts. I chose Creative Writing as my specialization. My love for English language and literature developed more. It was no surprise when I selected Bachelor of Arts in English as my course in college. I appreciated life when I entered West Visayas State University. I forgot about my deformed appearance as I garnered academic awards. I graduated cum laude and people recognized me for my intellect.
I attempted to start a writing career and landed a job at The Daily Guardian. I was assigned as a feature editor. I worked for the newspaper for a year. I gave up the position as I prioritized my master’s degree. When I was still enrolled in the graduate school, I tried to be an online tutor. I was teaching Koreans for a year. I finished Master of Arts in English and Literature at West Visayas State University.
To be a veteran writer is what I have wished since childhood. I remain unwilling to surrender my dream. My speech was at stake, but I excelled in the field of language. I was doubted for my ability to communicate, but I became a master of English. I still bear my scars with me, but I no longer treat them as a source of shame. My scars are the images of my fortitude and the signs of my pride.