After what seemed like a week-long suspension of classes brought about by the "stint" (yes, quite an understatement) coming from the MILF and the GRP regarding the MOA-signing controversy, it feels good (understatement #2) to find myself back in school again. Seeing other signs of life apart from those you see at home (I gotta tell you, staring at the faces of your family members panicking could also get pretty boring... Boredom really is an offshoot of consistency) is ecstatic and yes, also a relief!
Teachers never really showed up in class because they were still shaken up by the incident but that's completely understandable -- this is actually quite a plus on most of the students' side. But for me, a teacher's absence would mean not being able to be given instructions on taking over a class and that's sad (another understatement) since I've been missing teaching (yep, I'm now a practice teacher and NO, I do not molest my students... at least I haven't yet *considering, considering*) ever since the MILF decided to get themselves more noticeable again. I was a tad disappointed but was instantly reminded of my name (which is Hope, by the way) and what it stands for when I heard my friends greet me with glee as I struggle to make their faces out from the blurry silhouettes they appear to be in my eyes (I broke my glasses for the nth time).
When I reached a distance when I finally could put their faces to their familiar voices, we screamed like the little girls that we are (oh, give it a rest! It's my blog and I can affiliate myself to whatever gender I choose to)! Excitement filled the hallways of CASS Bldg. Long-suppressed laughs meant to be given out in the company of friends were heard coming out of our vocals. And this jovial loudness echoed on to Petron where we chilled out and decided to let ourselves enjoy the presence of the group (an unspoken agreement but is effectively communicated to every member even with such subtlety as the wind passing by one's ears).
There's a certain warmth that I feel in the company of these people whom I call my primary friends; a sense of youthful serenity amidst the boisterous laughters. No matter how we stab each other in the front with our foul words as is our rule of thumb nowadays (don't worry, we only do it for fun.. we know better than to take it personally), no matter how much pang-aapi I do to them (sinaaaveh!), no matter how high the notes of Aegis' songs are that veins start popping out of our necks everytime we attempt to perform them in our videoke sessions, no matter how competitive we all get in seducing Atit, no matter how landangera (that goes out to you Bing-Bing, Tin-Tin, Mai-Mai, and Sy-Sy) these people are, no matter how much of a drunkard one of them could get (yes, you Jesus), no matter how overly pious Ruby could be, and no matter how pulokpukin Monette could look (haha), nothing could ever top the sense of belongingness that I get from these (pobre) creatures. There isn't a laugh that goes unresounded when you're with them. There isn't a problem -- be it paperworks, or troubles with lying low (a term that is frequently used but never fully executed) -- not settled in a mere trip to Bing-Bing's crib (we know how to make our miseries more festive). When I'm with these people, life is always (or if not always, ultimately becomes) a party!
Row lang ang lahat! Awh soooreehh!! X_x
P.S.
Magpost unta ko pics pero guba pa man ang monitor so dili nako maklaro ang images. Next time na. ;)
Teachers never really showed up in class because they were still shaken up by the incident but that's completely understandable -- this is actually quite a plus on most of the students' side. But for me, a teacher's absence would mean not being able to be given instructions on taking over a class and that's sad (another understatement) since I've been missing teaching (yep, I'm now a practice teacher and NO, I do not molest my students... at least I haven't yet *considering, considering*) ever since the MILF decided to get themselves more noticeable again. I was a tad disappointed but was instantly reminded of my name (which is Hope, by the way) and what it stands for when I heard my friends greet me with glee as I struggle to make their faces out from the blurry silhouettes they appear to be in my eyes (I broke my glasses for the nth time).
When I reached a distance when I finally could put their faces to their familiar voices, we screamed like the little girls that we are (oh, give it a rest! It's my blog and I can affiliate myself to whatever gender I choose to)! Excitement filled the hallways of CASS Bldg. Long-suppressed laughs meant to be given out in the company of friends were heard coming out of our vocals. And this jovial loudness echoed on to Petron where we chilled out and decided to let ourselves enjoy the presence of the group (an unspoken agreement but is effectively communicated to every member even with such subtlety as the wind passing by one's ears).
There's a certain warmth that I feel in the company of these people whom I call my primary friends; a sense of youthful serenity amidst the boisterous laughters. No matter how we stab each other in the front with our foul words as is our rule of thumb nowadays (don't worry, we only do it for fun.. we know better than to take it personally), no matter how much pang-aapi I do to them (sinaaaveh!), no matter how high the notes of Aegis' songs are that veins start popping out of our necks everytime we attempt to perform them in our videoke sessions, no matter how competitive we all get in seducing Atit, no matter how landangera (that goes out to you Bing-Bing, Tin-Tin, Mai-Mai, and Sy-Sy) these people are, no matter how much of a drunkard one of them could get (yes, you Jesus), no matter how overly pious Ruby could be, and no matter how pulokpukin Monette could look (haha), nothing could ever top the sense of belongingness that I get from these (pobre) creatures. There isn't a laugh that goes unresounded when you're with them. There isn't a problem -- be it paperworks, or troubles with lying low (a term that is frequently used but never fully executed) -- not settled in a mere trip to Bing-Bing's crib (we know how to make our miseries more festive). When I'm with these people, life is always (or if not always, ultimately becomes) a party!
Row lang ang lahat! Awh soooreehh!! X_x
P.S.
Magpost unta ko pics pero guba pa man ang monitor so dili nako maklaro ang images. Next time na. ;)
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