Lostguy818

This Friday is really weird (obviously as told by the title). The first weirdness started when I found myself awake on 6 am. It’s not weird because it’s too late or it’s too early but, yeah, I usually wake up around 5 am but that’s not really the point. It’s weird because I didn’t even remember any alarm or something. What’s weirder is I was supposed to take a nap the 7 pm before that morning and wake up at like 9 or 10 to study but I didn’t wake up. Then I just thought to myself that maybe it’s just my body telling me that I should take a break because I consistently slept at about 12 or 1 am then wake up at 5 am. Sometimes, it stretches to 11 to 6 but still, that’s just sometimes and it still doesn’t meet the required 8-hour sleep of “healthy living”.

I arrived at school, not feeling any nervous for not being on time since our first period, Biochemistry, teacher wasn’t supposed to show up since she’s at a meeting along with all the other Deans. She’s the Dean of the College of Arts and Sciences. It surprised me because she’s very humble and easy to be around with which is somewhat rare to teachers, especially for a Dean. Anyways, she’s in a meeting right? So I just expected a paper for attendance or something but there was nothing. I looked around and people were holding these papers. I called out for Don and asked him what he is holding. It was a photocopy of our quiz. Apparently, we were supposed to do it ‘til our period is over. The quiz was, after all, can be answered with our notes open. Open notes! The quiz that I studied on Wednesday night and got delayed on Thursday morning was an open notes quiz. I was a bit pissed but I got over it quickly. After photocopying one fore myself, I went on answering. I was minding my own business when Micko sat beside me. At first I thought he would just crack a joke or something but instead, he started copying my answers. Since he’s a part of my classmates that I hang out with, I forced myself not to mind it. Of course, I wasn’t able to. Going back to first impressions, I thought something’s up with him. It turned out that it was arrogance. It was weird because he came from a province more province-y than Lucban. At first, he was okay, very friendly and most of all, always compliments me about being smart. Then just this second semester, he got pretty annoying. He got past being trying hard to be a know-it-all. He was really trying hard. He will literally scream out answers for everyone to hear he knows the answer then he will let out this very conceited overly guy laugh. I was very annoying. Then there will be times that I will whisper an answer to my seatmates because I’m still not sure about it, he will go and scream it out so that he could take credit. Then he will always ask everyone their scores and I think I notice some competitiveness in him because when we were checking our papers, some answers that our teacher considered right, he considered it wrong. It was only two numbers and he was making a big deal out of it. Me and my seatmate happened to be in the situation because him and his seatmate checked our papers. Then when we told him this, he just went all mad and raised his voice telling us that, “Of course, you’re the smart ones!” My seatmate was unfortunately completely unaware of this, leaving me the only one to take the shot. And I took it real hard. And since that moment, I wasn’t really happy with his presence. Anyways, back to the topic. I finished and our next class came, Fundamentals of Nursing. Our clinical instructor is really religious and I’m not. He played some background song and asked us to reflect and think ahead of what we would become years from now. He did this because of the obvious drop of enthusiasm and hope as we study. Surprisingly, the music was really good and I like it. Then I found out it was praise. Blah. I’m not really into these religious stuff. Then he asked us to pray for the batch 2009 that will take the Board Exams tomorrow.

Time for Biochemistry, it was weird. Well, aside from the fact that our teacher is old and way past retirement and still teaching but not included in the faculty directory, he was weirdly sort of funnier today. I mean, I always find him funny because of the expressions that he does with he’s aged face but it was weird this time he was like rushing to students with that face every time he gets a wrong answer. And there I concluded, a scary old teacher rushing to students with his aged face is scarier than a haunted house with actual ghosts.

Then it was Anatomy time. Nothing much really. Then Filipino class. We had a surprise quiz. It was 50 items and I was just sure of 28 answers, the rest is up to my power in guessing. Then here it goes, the weirdest of them all. When we were in our English class, we were casually discussing about how internet and how can we use it as a library. Then our teacher just stopped and swore that he saw someone walking by the hallway. I froze a little but only a little since we already got a warning for these kinds of things. There was a story that every almost 6 in the afternoon, some strangers… okay, ghosts that wander on the hallway. They also peek on the open jalousies. So… yeah, it was kinda like that. But that’s nothing compared to the story he told us after. He told us a story that just happened in our university. It was about this student that enrolled for the second semester. Upon hearing this, my heart dropped. I don’t know why, but it did. And it was the first time that my heart dropped and it really felt that it dropped. I was amazed by the feeling actually. Anyways, the teachers noticed that she doesn’t even attend classes and decided to ask some students about her. It turned out that… wait for it… wait for it… DEAD! Seriously! He went on with the story that all of the faculty of the College of Arts and Sciences were puzzled because in order to enroll, you must have past some subject pre-requisites on the first semester. But the things is… She had been dead for already a year! A freaking damn year! How was that possible? First of all, because these things really pick my interest, I tried to think the story myself. The teacher continued, saying that the girl promised her parents that she will finish her studies. And maybe, the reason she’s in the school was she’s still trying to finish her studies. Then another story about the girl was told and it was said that some student can see her. When a teacher asked that student where the girl was, the student said that she was there, sitting beside her. Thank god she’s from the College of Business Administration not from ours! Then as these all was digested by the class and as the teacher went on with the discussion, I have this weird feeling that someone’s looking at me. Since the “someone has passed the hallway” incident, my classmates closed the door and the jalousies. I looked around trying to find the eyes that were burning a hole in my body. No one. I tried to look for a specific opening and there it was, a missing glass on a set of jalousies straight to my left. But there were no eyes.

On the way home, I rode with Popol. He told me how creepy it was but we both agreed that it’s not scary but rather, sad. It was really sad that she died and didn’t get to fulfill her promise and maybe she’s the only hope for their family. It was very sad. And then he told me about the hallway incident being true that he and one other classmate saw it too. And there’s also another thing that they saw. Particularly, a head peeking in the missing glass open jalousie as the teacher went on with the discussion. I had goosebumps all over me. It turned out that my feeling was right and the reason why I can’t see anything was I was at the wrong angle. And there really was those eyes.

Things are getting full time stressful in college now. Ok. Maybe there was a bit exaggeration in there but still it is stressful. We already had one classmate who dropped out of school(I felt lonely when she left. That’s a surprise since we were not that close enough for me to be lonely, let alone miss her in class.) for being homesick and because of our almost 12-hour straight schedule. No breaks. Not even lunch. But if we’re lucky, our teacher sometimes gives us a lunch break. Well, that’s only sometimes since his old. Like waaay old. I don’t know if he’s torturing us or he’s really just forgetful thanks to his age. One more proof of the stress are words were all over the class that maybe three of our classmates will shift to other courses. Those are the people who really really wanted to leave badly. Then there’s still some who are having second thoughts. The worst part is that they’re the people I’m very close with. What? They’re just going to leave me with some of the most awful people in the planet? LOL. Just kidding. They’re not that awful. I just can’t seem to appreciate them enough or even like them enough.

And speaking of people whom I don’t like, Raul(remember that complete weirdo guy? Yes! Him.) totally transferred himself to another section. Now, we see him everyday so happy with his new classmates. I smile at him now though. See. I’m that nice. Hahaha. It’s just very offending that he doesn’t attend school before his remaining days with us, like he didn’t really care about school, then all of the sudden he attends school everyday with his new classmates. I have a strong gut feeling that he uses us an excuse to get away with all his absences in class. He totally made our whole class look like bullies that alienated him for the entire first semester. I mean, who could blame us? Besides the fact that his a psycho looking weirdo, he had issues like, hmmm… I don’t know. Trying to get to girls’ skirts!(I mean it metaphorically. He doesn’t actually tries to reach them. Got the point?) And one more thing, he made fun of me. Not just me. Our computer. And my nose! My nose! I’m still pissed at that. It’s the part of me that’s the most complimented at and he just made fun of it. I was really mad. Then he had the courage to go to our house and asked me if he could get some songs from our computer. Yeah. The computer that he made fun of. Total hypocrite!

Now, speaking of people I’m mad at, I’m mad at JaJa. I’m not really that mad like mad-with-Raul mad. I’m just pissed. She’s my groupmate in English and we’re suppose to make this brochure for our University Library. I did my job. I took pictures and took note of the library’s details. Then when I’m taking a nap this afternoon(my eyes are so tired since I went to the internet café straight from class for yet another project), I was woken up by my father. I was pissed already because, sleeping is one of my don’t-disturb activities and they just disturbed me from it. I was only asleed for like an hour and a half. That is so not enough since tonight, I have to stay awake at least until one or two a.m because I have to study for Anatomy and Biochemistry. (Don’t ask why I’m taking my time to write this. I really need to get this out.) So when I saw her face, that face that broke my heart for a worse guy, I was pissed. I sworn I shouted, “I’m still not over you breaking my heart and now your breaking my sleep!” in my head. I’m really serious about that. When you’re in love with a girl, you would dream about a moment that you will wake up beside her in the morning. But mine has the worst twist. I was woken up by my father because the girl who broke my heart is out there waiting for me and when I came out, she told me that we’re going to work on our brochure. Besides the fact that I already did my job, I already did another job by going to her apartment last night and there’s only the two of us when there are five of us in the group. Why is she torturing me to go with her when there are still other three members left. Three members who haven’t contributed anything yet by the way! Anyways, after we got to our meeting place, my worst thoughts came to reality when she said that the others are not coming that we’re only going to meet one, Berna. The worse part of that worst moment is that she’s never even there. It turned out she left. I was waaay over pissed. I was scorching with anger. Anger towards her, towards my groupmates and towards her best friend that’s been tailing us since we left in our house. It’s seriously was like I’m going to rape her or something that she needs a bodyguard of some sort. She took a lesser guy than me. Like I would find that as a turn on. Anyways, those are my heavy emotions so far. LOL. I’m pretty much over all these now. I need to because I have to study and I don’t want some heavy emotions get in the way of studying. That’s all for now. Hope to write again soon =) Oh and by the way, I am so far from dropping out of school. It would be very humiliating and very hypocritical for me to do that.

Sometimes, it’s better for you to deprive someone of something. It teaches him to struggle. It teaches him to hope and dream of that certain day where he will have it. He’ll go through days thinking about the infinite possibilities of what could happen when he gets what he wished for. Everything he will do with whatever it is. And after so many days, so many months, and so many years of dreaming, there will be a time where he’ll get tired and be frustrated. Frustrated with the world. Frustrared with himself. He’s a thirsty creature in the middle of the desert, cutting cactus to cactus for water. It fills him but never did it please him. He wanted more. He wanted the oasis. He wanted a pool of water to drink at, to bathe at, and to do anything he can’t do in the midst of the thirst. He searched and he searched with all his hopes high, confident that his determination will get him there. He got there, all teary eyed and crazy smile faced. Emotions of happiness and thirst along with his tiredness stirred within him. All his dreams about this day, this certain day that he finds his oasis, came flashing back in his mind. And he smiled again. He drank, he bathe and did everything he could with the oasis. As travelers pass by, he shouts in joy and pride. Proud of the oasis he found. Proud of his oasis. He never let anyone drink from it let alone go near it. And that’s where everything changes. Sometimes, it’s scary for you to deprive someone of something. As it teaches him to struggle, hope and dream, as the time passes by and his needing becomes very unbearable and he conveniently finds what he’s looking for, he learns to be selfish and greedy.