Everyone tells me that laughter is the best medicine.

I believed and overdosed myself with it, courtesy of my new uplb friends. But it didn’t cure me at any possible way. I still had to dealt with my aching and blocked ears. I was actually given another thing to bear: my nocturnal self got revived. I had to seek for one thing to keep me sane or else, I’m gone. 

It’s almost 9pm. And I’m still out. I was desperate for wifi, the right shoulder carrying the weight of my Maximus, my new beloved..err..something. I went in at a coffee shop jumping as I read WIFI AVAILABLE posted on the clear glass. So now I am here, sitting pretty on one of the steel chairs that added coldness on my freezing butt (sorry), feigning pleasure as I sip my Café Macchiato and steering the vision of red lamps beside me. It’s a strange place. Somewhere I’ve never been before. But I’m willing to stay as long as I’m able to tell you today’s story.

I was late for my last class. I had neither the chance to hear myself panting nor the possibility of hearing through my ears. I was just eager to be at NCAS. I arrived as I expected, with a young man in the front claiming that he’s our prof for HUM1. He was strict and rational. I had to compromise with the uneasiness that comes along with my nature to rest my eyes upon whoever’s talking. My eyes almost dried out in his pride. He started along with the rules that he wants to imply in our class for the whole sem.

Self-proclaimed prof: I will give 600 points for the entire sem. It’s your responsibility to make them. I am not going to give you 0.25 even if you’re running for cum laude, summa, or whatever laude. Again, it is you who make or break your points.

Everybody’s got this serious-stricken face that comes with heavy breathing.

SPP: So, do I give uno? Well tell me, is anybody perfect here?

Nobody’s got the guts to answer. We’re all worried of what the thunder might say.

SPP: Is your silence telling me that no one’s perfect? Good. Therefore, I’m not giving anyone an uno. JOKE. Since I’m a good teacher, I’ll give everyone the chance to attain that remark. But those with 597 to 600 points are deserving of that grade.

Everybody scratched their goal to get uno at their planner. Heavy panting.

SPP: Are there any questions or clarifications?

Nobody dares to move a bit.

SPP: Since no one cares to answer, let’s all welcome your prof for Hum1!!!!

And I’m like,”WHAAATT??! YOU PSYCHO!”

Some laughed while some got infuriated. So it was just a joke? GRR. I almost lost my willingness to strive hard for that subject! Anyway, I found that subject very amusing after the real prof introduced himself.  HUM1 focuses on literature mostly on poetry and fiction. It is what I like. It is what I’ve been craving for ever since I stepped I the UP grounds. I was caught by God when I blurted out a mere prayer: Make me this teacher’s favorite, my King. And to my surprise, I was in an instant! Here it goes: during the introduce-yourself-to-everyone part, I was asked to stand up and of course introduce myself. I did very confidently. I stood up, said my name and proudly told them the course that I’m taking. Following after that is the way I expect Hum1 to be as I get through its requirements and nothings. I related photography to imagination, literature, poetry, and sense of self. Then the real prof shouted ‘GOOD!’. He told everyone how he wants everybody to speak like me during his class and that he finds my perspectives catchy and interesting, I felt good. It was just me who was praised throughout the entire class time. It was SIGH. Literature is being loved by me. J

Anyway, this is a long post already. I hope y’all enjoyed it. God bless.

 

25june2008