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Mondays were assigned as the 'break' day for students during weekdays. Sounds good for long weekends or cramming requirements, right? No, you can't. But maybe if there's some weird non-working holiday (aside from the red ones on the calendar), you can enjoy a few of them.
Class covers the whole day, 8-11am then 1-4 pm. Boring isn't it? I do a few plates for the day yet I have no idea what to do. I can't do anything because I don't have a good compass, an extra pencil, or a decent eraser. I struggled learning what must be done with those plates. Come final exam, I'm not prepared because I was busy with another subject, which has an activity also happening for a whole day. That 4-hour exam probably was my worst, in terms of preparedness. Utterly neglected it along the way.
8:30 AM mornings, I take a 20-minute walks from where I live to your classroom. I walk against waves of students coming from where I'm going, or any place near it. I see them every day or rather every other, I used to have a crush or two from those waves of students. I really don't really expect anything, just get into the class and prepare for scheduled exams . I already knew someone beforehand before we became classmates on that class. I don't get bored on class because you can share a lot of things, important or not, discretely. I'm always excited to tell him whatever your busy with or what you've learned after your class the previous day.
On the first exam, we looked and compared our answer sheets. His score was better than mine, but, we both failed.
"What happened to us? Is the exam really that hard?" he asked.
"I don't know. Honestly, I can't answer a thing properly during exam because I'm panicking all throughout, it's as if I've forgotten what I've studied the night before."
We carried on, took the next few exams, checked the trend of our scores and computed target grades. We talked to our instructor before the deadline of dropping to check our standing. We didn't drop, hoping that we could bounce back with the remaining exams.
Fast forward to the final exams, a few moments after it actually.
"How was it? Do you have any plans if the fallout happens?" he asked.
"I don't know, feels like Final Crisis to me - 'the skies bleed red, universes collapse, heroes die..." You know what I mean? I'm really worried about my scholarship, I just hope they'll understand and reconsider. How about you?"
"I maybe I'll proceed my decision of shifting-out. My parents are also considering that option. I think that was the thing I really wanted to do."
"Well, good luck with that. *laughs* What about our comic book project? You'll right then I'll produce it or is it the other way around?"
"*laughs* Whatever your comfortable. And we'll get on it as soon as we have a concrete and interesting premise."
He went to his dormitory while I continued on my way home. We still exchange text messages occasionally. Our 'project' is still to be discussed indefinitely. Maybe the next time I'll see him, he's already starting a degree in law. While a few of my friends are continuing their studies as future lawyers and doctors, I'm still here trying to get meaning of what I really want to be (or is it what I really want to do.)
To be continued...
On the first exam, we looked and compared our answer sheets. His score was better than mine, but, we both failed.
"What happened to us? Is the exam really that hard?" he asked.
"I don't know. Honestly, I can't answer a thing properly during exam because I'm panicking all throughout, it's as if I've forgotten what I've studied the night before."
We carried on, took the next few exams, checked the trend of our scores and computed target grades. We talked to our instructor before the deadline of dropping to check our standing. We didn't drop, hoping that we could bounce back with the remaining exams.
Fast forward to the final exams, a few moments after it actually.
"How was it? Do you have any plans if the fallout happens?" he asked.
"I don't know, feels like Final Crisis to me - 'the skies bleed red, universes collapse, heroes die..." You know what I mean? I'm really worried about my scholarship, I just hope they'll understand and reconsider. How about you?"
"I maybe I'll proceed my decision of shifting-out. My parents are also considering that option. I think that was the thing I really wanted to do."
"Well, good luck with that. *laughs* What about our comic book project? You'll right then I'll produce it or is it the other way around?"
"*laughs* Whatever your comfortable. And we'll get on it as soon as we have a concrete and interesting premise."
He went to his dormitory while I continued on my way home. We still exchange text messages occasionally. Our 'project' is still to be discussed indefinitely. Maybe the next time I'll see him, he's already starting a degree in law. While a few of my friends are continuing their studies as future lawyers and doctors, I'm still here trying to get meaning of what I really want to be (or is it what I really want to do.)
To be continued...
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