A College Seeress' Diary

Please, No!

Dear Jesus,

I got a terrible shocker today. I'm actually still in a daze of denial as write this. Cos, with how smoothly our relationship was progressing, YOU COULD HAVE HINTED ME AND WARNED ME AHEAD OF TIME!!!
*Cries, bawls, screams in consternation!*

Seriously, I'm still having a hard time believing any of it is even true. I hope I wake up and find out it's all a bad dream.

It started out as any other great Sunday. Sunny atmosphere, clear, blue sky. Pretty dress. Nice, heart-warming sermon at 'The Sheep of His Pasture', my fellowship. And in case you're wondering, No, Portia didn't come along. She went off campus since Saturday to God-knows-where and I had the entire room to myself.
Breathing space.

All in all, it was turning to be a wonderful day. I had a meeting fixed with my new mentor. Uluir's been a sturdy rock to lean back on, as I discovered over the short period of our chats together.

Slowly but steadily, over time, I have become accustomed to the cacophony that occurs almost every night at the entrance of Sapphire Suites, my hostel. But this night, it was grating on my nerves because the wind wafted the sound of chatter, laughter and pop music that someone had playing on an MP to my ears.
All I wanted was a quiet and well-illuminated spot to receive the scheduled video call from my parents this evening. 

I finally wiggled myself into a relatively quiet spot at the central courtyard. I tried not to be too distracted by the pairs of mushy-mushy, lovey-dovey collegians splattered on the seats and corners.

One of the most annoying liberties in college hostels was the fact that the visiting hours from four to ten at night also allowed entry for the male species.
Gosh, the things I have seen. Eeewww!

There was a particular day I just wanted a quickie chocolate bar at the tuck shop downstairs. It was ten something at night, so I strolled out of  my room without thinking twice. I didn't wear my... *coughs* brassieres.

To be honest, girls should be given an award for wearing that strangling strap about their boobs every blessed day. I do hope the dreaded thing will be scrapped out once we get to heaven. Breathing space, freedom, please. 

Poor me almost froze when I got downstairs and saw a bunch of guys, few of them smooching naive, giggling girls, some throwing taunts and loud nasty jokes about like softball.
Brave me chinned up and got my snack, willing them not to look at me, praying feverishly in my heart that they wouldn't notice how stiff I made myself. I scurried up immediately I got my treat.
Note to self: never ever take chances or forget such a thing again.

With my android phone in my hand and my ear piece plugged in, I switched on my data connection and waited patiently for my parents' video call to come in at the exact time we had previously agreed on. Knowing my dad, being the punctual time keeper he is, and the occasional unstable network condition in some parts of my campus (although rare), I didn't want to be late.

I was rather surprised and a bit worried when the call still hadn't come in and it was almost ten minutes after. It was so unlike them. I wanted to call, but then I heard your voice telling me that I should give them some more minutes.
I whispered a quick prayer for them and played 'The Hill' by Travis Greene, then I went to my Bible app, reading some portion of Psalms as I allowed myself to relax.

Thirty minutes after, their call entered in. Happy as a lark, I answered.

"Good evening, Dad, Mom."
I grinned and positioned the phone well so they could see me clearly.

"Daughter of God," Dad said, smiling stiffly. He looked a bit tired—and was that a hint of agitation in his eyes?—but then I remembered that it was most likely from stress of preaching and counselling tons of sheep, today being a Sunday.