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8:30 in the morning, time for the daily
fragrance of our class to start. Formaline. YEAH! Makes my head
go into space overdrive. But what the heck, I like this class,
although the professor thinks of me as much as she thinks of the
way the world goes around 365 days on its supposed axis.
I sit on my usual space: 2nd table, 5th seat from the front.
just on the nearest periphery of the bane of my existence, the
prof.
The chatter is definitely going to my
head this morning. Man, all they talk about is how how they did
this, or who's going out with whom, or which piece of shit looks
good on them... Time to tune out.
Ok, so I start doodling on my
lecture note....again. Something on the ideas of franciso goya.
Man! I never thought he is some kind of a gothic-inspired
painter. Violence in his paintings are so damn obvious!
Someone in the classroom yelled: "Maybe, ma'am is absent!
Party Time!!"
Yeah right! As if she would ever do
that, absent herself from class. Blah. I can still remember her
telling us that she prides herself on her punctuality and
non-absenteeism. That her records are not tarnished by that
alone. And she expects us to do the same.
UGH! that's what got me worried in the
first day of classes...until now; her being so strict on us
having to attend all of her goddamned classes. I don't have
anything against it, but man, sometimes I just got to do what I
am supposed to be doing a long time ago.
cut classes.
And so the idea came into my mind to
gather up my things, which are not that many anyway, considering
the fact that I don't bring most of my stuff everyday. My
notebook, my sign pen, and some other trivial things.
"Ok class settle down. in the name
of the father.........."
OH MAN! Just what I need when I'm in
the mood for a leisurely stroll around the campus. Bummer!
roll call.
I didn't even bother to say
"present" when I was called. I could almost feel
"her gaze" on my slumped form on the desk, and
everyone in our class knows how she gets pissed off by this
act...that as if you are bored and rather be at home sleeping
the day away. If ever she sees anyone of us yawning or acting
even just the tiniest bit sleepy, she'll have a coronary.
So, I stepped outside my classroom (by
her orders....) away from the incessant chatter.
Away from my supposed to be friends.
Away from the suffocating atmosphere of
the laboratory.
Away from the prying eyes of the
others, who are so narcissistic and self-righteous they walk as
if they are on clouds and not soil.
Away from it all......
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