Fresh, Leafy and Green
It’s one of the most distressing days of my life: My first day as a Junior, hmm.
My first class just scares me automatically: Speech 121 (WTF does Oral Interpretation mean?!). I seated down in CAL 302 to hear our professor’s first sentence, “You will perform on June 23.” I didn’t exactly remember what she said after because I was obviously shocked. That’s like two weeks from now. And we’ll start rehearsing in the next meeting, which is tomorrow. Which is horrifying.
And if you think that’s lamentable, I wallowed upon reading her course syllabus as she was elaborating it. “Poetry performance… Prose performance… Performing in the Guerrero Theatre…” I reconciled my thoughts slowly as I imagined myself dancing on stage, which has been my personal dreadfulness and it might as well be yours if you’d see me dancing. And before I could imagine anything more terrible than that, my professor tweaked about something, “And oh, for your Dramatic Duo, it would be by Solo’s.” WTF?!
I know I’ll enjoy this performance class, but please let me catch my breath first. Lol.
After the class, I went to CMC for my next subject, my Journalism Ethics class (J 192). I bought myself iced coffee to alleviate my panic: For the first time, I’ll be taking Ma’am C**a. And then I met Jean who has been repeating the line, “Kinakabahan akoooo,” with his wrinkled brows and pouted lips.
When we entered the room, I could feel nothing from the air-conditioner: I was sweating like hell. I lurked beside Dreo who’s all courageous to have HER as our prof. When we finally introduce our names I fuckin’ went,
“I’m Barry Viloria. And I have no nickname.”
Sorry, I was really nervous kahit hindi halata. Lol.