Strands of white hair.
Posted by Paurong sa Biyernes, Oktubre 26, 2007
A long sleep is all I needed for the past few weeks. I have been too sleep-deprived, not because of grueling night review sessions with books but because of nonsensical stuffs I usually do in the internet. An addiction, so to speak.
It was a dream-come-true to me this morning to wake up with an enthusiastic spirit to go to school. An early bird catches the worm as the saying goes. Same goes with the importance of time that I am now learning to manage by means of planning and setting up short-term and long-term goals.
At 8:00 am, I was at the library to study. I love to go there whenever I have a vacant time. It has been my best friend since my first day on school. It’s just that I vehemently detest wasting time during gaps before classes by not doing something productive. With the tons of books lined up there, I have no excuse not to pick one and read. I borrowed out a book about the C language later on.
9:00 am – Accounting class. In all honesty, I don’t know the name of my ACCOUNT professor. All that is instilled in my mind is her resemblance to my Fourth Year high school adviser/teacher, Mrs. Jagmis. We entered transactions on general journal pages.
I was so bored that time that I needed to look for something to do. I was looking at the outside of the front door when I saw someone I know. It was Dylan, a blockmate during my first trimester. I went outside to go to the restroom and there I saw him. Outside, he asked me to do a problem in programming. I went back to my classroom and there I skimmed the paper he gave me and realized that I do not know what to do with the problems.
11:00 am. End of my Accounting class. End of Dylan’s English Communication 2 class as well. We ardently decided to eat lunch together with my ignorance of my eleven-o’clock class. At first I was reluctant, but later on, I just assured myself that I will still attend it after eating.
It has seemed to be a long time, albeit it is not, since the two of us were together. Too bad we are not classmates anymore for he is an irregular student. After eating, I left Dylan smoking and told him that I might not be able to answer his assignment. He told me to see him at the computer laboratories before his Advance Programming class by 1:00 pm. I complacently took the elevator on going to the fourth floor for my own Advanced Programming class.
I was not even trembling upon entering the classroom. My professor did not notice my entry while she was writing program examples on the whiteboard. I caught the voice of
Marielle Ayel (she wanted to be called that way) saying “O, nandito na pala si Jonell.” I copied the scribbles on the board and when Ma’am Eya was already explaining the examples, my mind’s thinking was on Dylan’s assignment.
After the discussion, Ma’am Eya gave out an exercise problem that I answered within just a few minutes. But then, she told me that it was her first time to encounter the way I wrote the program. She wanted to see the book I borrowed from the library. I told her that it is too elementary. She agreed after skimming on its contents. She said that she will first test my program to check it.
After the roll call for attendance, and some more talks with Ma’am Eya about the idea of Dylan’s assignment, I assumed that the class is dismissed. I went to the fifth floor to find out if I05 is still having its class. Most of the I05 students now came from I02, which is my block during the first term. I was expecting to see my I05 friends there. Since they were not there, I thought of going to the computer labs to look for Dylan. At the foot of the flight of stairs, Ma’am Eya and I bumped with each other and, out-of-nowhere, we talked of programming again. She reminds me of Mrs. Celeridad, my Advanced Biology teacher in my second year in high school.
1:00 pm. Dylan and Leo, one of his classmates, talked to me about the programming stuffs they were letting me answer. Dylan handed out another piece of paper that appeared to me to be his project.
As their class was beginning at a Lab, I was at the Comp Lab B thinking of how to create his project program that involves ATM transactions. I did around 90% of the program. I wasn’t able to complete the program because of the time. I did not notice the time while I was typing codes for the program.
2:30 pm. We had our surprise exam on PE2, Table Tennis. Midterm Exam. I got 97. I scurried on going out of the campus to finish my itinerary for the day.
I went to Fix at Ever Recto to get my hair colored. I realized that the number of strands of white hair on my head is already so much. I stayed for one and a half hour there.
I arrived at FPCP for the fellowship at 6:30 pm. Everyone was noticing my hair. There is even this girl, named Claude, who kept on ruining the style of my hair. For a change. No more obvious strands of white hair. I’m no nerd.