A College Seeress' Diary

Confession

Dear Jesus,

"And that is the complete catalogue of various local plant and animal species unique to this ecosystem," I said.

A slow clap began from my star-struck lecturer. Her male assistant—the geeky-looking one who always wore sweat pants and was almost always buried under a pile of files and books Mrs Zaria had ladened him with—followed suit, smiling as wide as a crescent moon.

The entire class, which normally stays graveyard silent, terrified of incurring Mrs Z's wrath, loosened up and began clapping along. It escalated into hoots and cheers.
Mrs Z didn't stop them, instead, she focused on me, spewing accolades and saying how impressed she was by the presentation.

I beamed till my cheeks hurt.

I knew the presentation was good, but still to have impressed the almighty Mrs Z?
That's not a feat any average homo-sapien under age 35 can achieve, so said our seniors.

It was you, my sweet Lord. You're my secret magic formula. Thank you so much.

I feel a speck of sadness though. I know I have not touched this diary for the past two weeks. Had to even dust specks of dust off it. Sigh. Please forgive me.

Time has raced so fast. Amid all the tests and classes and projects and fellowship activities, it was hard to keep up with journaling my daily life and thoughts to you.
But at least my spiritual inventory is intact, thanks to guidance from my wonderful mentor.

Uluir made me stick to my commitment by saying if I missed a day of concrete fellowship with you, I'd serve a 'punishment' of any one of a prayer vigil, rendering free service to her, or making a huge donation from my pocket-money to a ministry.
So far, I've served 'punishment' twice.

After the averted fire accident in my room, I went on to complete my fast, compelling my weak and tired self each day to GWW. But each time was worth it. The encounters always brought a fresh dose of life into my system.
Details into that might pop up in later entries as I strongly believe that your prophetic words will sooner or later play out.

I promise not to forget. It's etched in my spirit like scribbling made on wet mortar and then left to set to hard concrete.

Anyways, what happened today is something I mustn't skip.
Ooooh, it's hot-as in, SUPER HOT-gist.

It's a first.
I didn't expect it at all, so I'm still in a bit of shock.
And even as I write this, I can't stop chuckling and grinning silly.

Today was the day of our final BIO101 project presentation.
The tension was almost tangible as my mates filed into the Cave of Crooners early this morning.

While few groups weren't completely done with their projects, I watched as Shelly and her partner gingerly carried their album and props.

The clothes and mass of things others brought felt slightly intimidating.

Mike and I had worked tirelessly, in between trying to catch up with studying, on the project.

Working with him has pushed me beyond my boundaries.

I'd hear him drop hints of his all night reading sprees and I'd be gingered to also take up my book and read to keep up with the high competition.

Since Mike did a large chunk of the research and compilation, he made me agree to deliver the presentation.

I made such a fuss about it but he was insistent.

I was punctual, hoping to be among the first set to present because our group came on the top of the grouping list.