Class Dismissed

You know how when you’re reading a really good book, you’re torn between the impulse to devour every page as fast as you could and the need to prolong the moment before you reach its imminent ending. I have been having those exact feelings for the past week. The course was about to end and I somehow wish it wouldn’t, at least not yet. But on Friday, the lessons have concluded, the class was dismissed.

Confluence of Circumstances

It has been almost four months, but I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a random act of kindness for one but a game changer for another. Well… It may have also been a blunder, a plot twist, a confluence of circumstances. After all, the universe only allows things to happen for a purpose. On the post-script of this blogpost: The Purge, I said that Zee gave me the slot mostly because he thought that I was someone that he used to know.

Here’s what happened:

After I got the free slot, before the classes started, he was asking me how I was finding things so far. And then he gave me this instruction: 

What trading groups? I asked.

He then sent a link of the person's troll account. The one he thought was me. That's not me, I told him. Here is the part where I pretended like my heart is not stammering out of my rib cage because I finally realized that this guy gave me something other people would kill for because he thought I was someone else. So as casually as I could, I asked if he was taking back the slot but silently, I was preparing for the worst. 


I breathed a sigh of relief. This is turning out to be a great story. The odds of getting a scholarship to the ZF course are very slim but I lucked out on getting one. But the icing on top of the cake? Getting that scholarship because you made the leap which happened to bring you at the right place and at the right time. 



Doubled my luck? To put it more accurately, I felt like I won the lottery. It was a funny turn of events. But I couldn't help but feel sorry for the other person whose free ticket I just took away. 

You deserved the slot anyway, Zee said, you joined the Subasta and played well. Troll Nina didn't. You miss 100% of the shots you don't take, he added.

I'm sure troll Nina would have her own time, I answered. Season ko muna ngayon. 

Troll Nina if there is by any chance you stumbled upon this blog, I'm sorry things turned out the way they did. But next time take a shot, even if you think that the odds are stacked against you. It worked for me. 

As always, things happen for a reason. Zee put it perfectly. It was divine intervention.

It has been one hell of a rollercoaster ride. Zee and Kap were more than just teachers, they were mentors. They don’t just share their knowledge about the market, more than that, they make you realize your own capabilities, your own wisdom. They let you see that the answers to your questions are right in front of you. Because above everything, they want you to be able to stand on your own feet and trade on your own skills. There was a sense of trust and partnership built around the whole team that you’ll stop wondering why the tribe is as close-knit as they are. My fellow Bushido, Tony Ang, said it best: it is a family. And I’m glad to be a part of it.

The sleepless nights, the recitations that kept us on our toes, the 50-chart assignments, the on-the-spot quizzes, the practicals, the life lessons, the teamwork, the bond, the friendship. It was everything I thought it would be and more. The classes may have ended, but we've only just begun.