The Curious Case of Busy Barry
When students reach the finals week/s, I have observed, they get to voluntarily stray away from the lovely splendor of social network sites (Ah, the crappy quizzes in Facebook! I shall go forth and Multiply! From Twitter with love…). But there have been such cases where the execution is hugely involuntary: My case. If I hadn’t known any better, I nearly abandoned my blog in stupor.
People cannot tone down the crazy bone. Because of such intense stress, I have seen the lambs evolve into wolves, then I’d spend time rationalizing what’s wrong with them- or with me. A CMC librarian known for her niceness I had approached yesterday only to hear her raise her voice for the first time, “Ano baaa?” the lamb cried. I can’t blame her though; there was a time where my face was kissing my laptop screen for a Socio101 paper. I was sitting on the corridors and then my blockmates came and greeted me cheerily. I arrogantly greeted them back with my right palm stiff in the air. Consequently they chorused, “Ay? Busy.“
My friends would not seem to reply to my urgent text messages, unless I said I’m about to slash my wrist. In school, there seemed to be an atmosphere of a crammed newsroom or TV studio during times of war. I then spaced out and imagined my astral personality leaving my harassed body. Literal escapism, it is.
My semester is not yet O V E R. This is The Situation I was perpetually horrified since freshman year- staying for so long, so long that the next semester’s enrollment is just around the corner. I’m bitter with a passion. Many of my batchmates are.
I feel violated when my friends from other schools would deluge Multiply with their sembreak and summer pictures. I want to thunder summer curses, “Summer of a bitch! Move over sunshiney ho-bags! Babangon ako at… magbabakasyon! You’ll friggin see!” But as my requirements say, my vacation officially starts this Thursday night. And the summer enrolment? April 7. April 7! That’s already next week. Before holy week! Doesn’t the academe care about Lent? Don’t they care about our souls hungry of rest and pampering?! My foot massage. My derma. My Razon’s halo-halo. My picnic time. My sleeeeep!
A little fortunate, my summer will be spent in the confines of an air-conditioned building, doing internship. I should be thankful for this (even if I tend to recall my bum summer last year dreamily). I haven’t even watched any American Idol episode YET!
To my friends who have graduated high school and especially college, a great future ahead. I’m sorry of not being able to greet you personally. The news of your celebrations never reach my doorstep.
And the good news? I have returned to blogging.