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.