This had been the longest day I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Due to certain circumstances, I (with Kim and Gino) needed to go by my former high school the very first thing in the hot morning. And due to some unfortunate incidents, I was convinced that I will definitely be late for PE 2 Modern Jazz, and so I decided not to attend that first class, which was at 9.
From that school, we settled on going by Guadalupe, from which the travel felt like ages. We were in the train by 8:40. When we got off and lined up for the jeepney terminal, we were feeling alike: It seems like we had already spent the whole day together, but the day was yet to start.
Unbelievably, it was just 9:05 when we reached the entrance to UP, and so in a matter of seconds (and of course, sheer persuasion) they came to decide to escort me to my PE class. I was telling them that I was expecting a notice at the bulletin board saying that there’s no class for me, or some sort. But when we checked at the gym’s dance area, we saw a class which was already being dismissed. We waited for a girl who was from that corner of the gym and asked her; yes, we were right, it was my class. Though the girl had already briefly told me the requirements and stuffs, I still went to the woman who was alone in the dance area; she’s probably the instructor.
I approached her and asked whether it was the Modern Jazz class, she said yes. I don’t know what to ask further and so I told her if she could tell me the requirements. I saw her eyebrow rise, and asked me if I were late, with a tone of incredulity. I spoke an apologetic yes, and lied that it was because of traffic. Just when I thought that this woman was terrifying, she gave me a small sheet of paper, told me to read them, and gave me an index card to fill out. I submissively did everything as fast as I could, while she was interrogating me about the dances I’ve already had. And there, after thanking her, we left the gym.
Our next stop was the Shopping Center to print our grades, because we had to show them to our Physics Lecture class. And that’s the reason Kim and I were late for our Physics Lab. I thought the Professor (who was male) was stern, but I am quite sure I knew him, but forgot where I met him. And then when we went to introduce ourselves, I instantly remembered who he was. He told us that he was a member of the Astronomical Society, the org in which I attempted to apply, but deferred. Then a question had sprouted in my mind: What if I became a member of AstroSoc, of course I would have to call him Kuya Atchong, and then now, we were inside a room where he was the professor and I was the student. That must have been really awkward.
After an hour in Physics Lecture, and since I had no class after, we decided to take our lunch. After I ate with Krishen and Gino, we already set off to walk our way to the Math building: our last class!
I thought, like the day before, that no professor would come. But I was surprised to see a long-haired guy who was wearing a peculiar combination of clothing, but nonetheless very energetic and fun. The moment I spotted him (or her), a flashback entered my mind. He (or she) was that very first professor who I saw the first time I had entered the building, and that was around May vacation. A friend told me that this professor never wanted to be called Sir, neither Ma’am, preferring to be called Teacher.
After the semi-exhausting day, I went home with Krishen and Gino. We parted at Ayala because I will have to ride a Bicutan bus, and they will have to go to FTI. I waited for about an hour! Oh yes, night had already came and I was still there waiting with what it seems like millions of people. I was getting impatient, and worn out, and that’s when I heard the MMDA guy saying that a lot of buses were suspended. I was sarcastically lucky, because I don’t know what to do. Well, I was thinking if I could risk going to Taft Avenue and ride a jeep there, but I was pretty sure I would be lost in finding where the terminal was. I decided to ride an FTI fx, while I was really worried because I was short of fare going home. I contacted Cris Diane, telling her to fetch me by the terminal. With an effort of persuading her (and of course, the friendship mattered even more, Hahaha!), she finally agreed.
I arrived at home and checked the time; I had travelled for four hours! As I closed my eyes and prepare to sleep, I thanked God for the best of friends I got!