Monday, April 14, 2003
Of Breaking things and Losing a Hankerchief
I've had so many close calls of being severely late to my first class the past few days. This Monday morning was no exception. I left the house 10 minutes before 7 o'clock in the morning and my "deadline" to set foot on Trece Martirez City on the dot at 7 o'clock has never been made. I re-calculated my morning commute and it demands I leave the house an hour and a half before class. I spend 20-30 minutes getting from Tanza to Trece (neighboring rural municipalities) and spend another 40-50 minutes getting from Trece Martirez City to Dasmariñas Bayan. Then another 10 minutes to get from Dasmariñas Bayan to DBB-C or De La Salle University - Dasmariñas.
Amazingly I've never been late to English class with exception to the first class last Wednesday. I arrive just about a minute before the Opening Prayer.
Well, on the way up the stairs earlier at MAH I felt my necklace suddenly un-clamp itself. I put my hand on my neck and noticed the necklace wanted out... it could no longer take the heat of Summer. I removed it as I entered class and noticed one of the two "metallic beads" were missing and that the clamp unbuckled from the black wire or whatever. Ugh. Next, I prepared to fasten my ID to the opening of my left pocket... when I closed the clamping thing, it suddenly snapped off. Ugh again.
After sharing a connotation on "Love" with the class exaggerating their reactions to what I said, I sat down and wanted to wipe the sweat off my forehead. Next thing I know... my hankerchief isn't in any of my pockets. It isn't in the Grey Binder. It isn't underneath the Grey Binder. It isn't underneath my chair or in the surroundings. It was gone! Nooooooo!!
I was disappointed instead of panic'd. I remember that on the way to La Salle on my last jeepnee (from Dasma Bayan), I was staring at my hankerchief. One of the two last hankerchiefs that survived my Senior Year High School. The hankerchief I lost was the dark gray with purple-ish and gray-ish linings. The last jeepnee I rode had the heavily tinted violet style windows... and the morning sun at Kadiwa shined through the windows and when I looked at my hankerchief under the violet lighting... it looked so fresh and glowing even.
I had no idea that was the final moment I would have with that hankerchief. I think I left it on the jeepnee when I got off at the Main Gate or when I passed through the Main Gate checking my pockets if my wallet and cellphone were still there.
I've had so many close calls of being severely late to my first class the past few days. This Monday morning was no exception. I left the house 10 minutes before 7 o'clock in the morning and my "deadline" to set foot on Trece Martirez City on the dot at 7 o'clock has never been made. I re-calculated my morning commute and it demands I leave the house an hour and a half before class. I spend 20-30 minutes getting from Tanza to Trece (neighboring rural municipalities) and spend another 40-50 minutes getting from Trece Martirez City to Dasmariñas Bayan. Then another 10 minutes to get from Dasmariñas Bayan to DBB-C or De La Salle University - Dasmariñas.
Amazingly I've never been late to English class with exception to the first class last Wednesday. I arrive just about a minute before the Opening Prayer.
Well, on the way up the stairs earlier at MAH I felt my necklace suddenly un-clamp itself. I put my hand on my neck and noticed the necklace wanted out... it could no longer take the heat of Summer. I removed it as I entered class and noticed one of the two "metallic beads" were missing and that the clamp unbuckled from the black wire or whatever. Ugh. Next, I prepared to fasten my ID to the opening of my left pocket... when I closed the clamping thing, it suddenly snapped off. Ugh again.
After sharing a connotation on "Love" with the class exaggerating their reactions to what I said, I sat down and wanted to wipe the sweat off my forehead. Next thing I know... my hankerchief isn't in any of my pockets. It isn't in the Grey Binder. It isn't underneath the Grey Binder. It isn't underneath my chair or in the surroundings. It was gone! Nooooooo!!
I was disappointed instead of panic'd. I remember that on the way to La Salle on my last jeepnee (from Dasma Bayan), I was staring at my hankerchief. One of the two last hankerchiefs that survived my Senior Year High School. The hankerchief I lost was the dark gray with purple-ish and gray-ish linings. The last jeepnee I rode had the heavily tinted violet style windows... and the morning sun at Kadiwa shined through the windows and when I looked at my hankerchief under the violet lighting... it looked so fresh and glowing even.
I had no idea that was the final moment I would have with that hankerchief. I think I left it on the jeepnee when I got off at the Main Gate or when I passed through the Main Gate checking my pockets if my wallet and cellphone were still there.
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