Fresh Start

I’ve moved to a new space!

The Young. The Sad. The High.

See you ^.^

8.30

I’ve got much to hate about morning classes. I sneaked my way out of that last semester, but this time I had no choice. Just one schedule for that major class. The train’s too packed up at that early and it’s just annoying when you get to the train all good and you get off with a crumpled shirt and everybody else’s perfume (and even unwanted smell at times) on you.

I could put up with all that inconvenience and everything else in between, just assure that the class would be worth the extra effort and the morning madness. It was our first meeting this morning, and things happened so fast I didnt know what to say. Except for “damn the nerves”.

Yes, I got it all on me again. I felt like I was going to throw up the cereals I forced myself to eat with nearly spoiled milk.

I thought I had my worst moment my last semester in UPD. Though arguably, it was the best class I ever went to in years, it got me all freaked out twice a week for around five months. When you’ve got your professor lovin’ your surname and you get called on for extremely intellectual questions the moment he sets foot on the classroom, it puts you on an appalling condition. I’ve gone through all that and I never thought I’d be in another one again. Until this morning.

It’s feaky. Same time. 8.30 class, aircon on blast mode. And I got my surname resonating in the discussion all through out like 7 or 8 times. It was the first day, and everything was like, is time on fast forward at 2x??! I was shaking, the cold was getting under my skin and my mind is damn going around. I felt like throwing up at one point. I even considered getting out to take my meds but the questions kept coming and there’s no way you won’t get called on.

And all of these reminded me of the good but shaky old days in diliman. I guess I’m on board a tense and shaky ride again this semester. I just hope it would all be worth the compulsive nerves and the crazy brain cells.

I won’t bet on things getting easier next meeting, so I better make sure I take the meds. Maybe I’l dropped it in the cereal bowl. But with fresh milk I’m sure.

 

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