Trigger Warning: Mention of suicide.
El Dorado University
Class of 2015
My high school year book arrived two months after graduation, the night before my first day in college. Hinanap ko lang ang sarili sa gitna ng mga pahina at hindi ko na tinignan pa ang iba.
Maurice Severina de Morga
'Tabula rasa, still, until.'
Everyone else has their hearts and eyes on their dream professions but I never had one. Ang nasa isip ko lang noon, kailangan ko ng degree para hindi mapag-iwanan ng mga matatagumpay na tao sa bahay. I wasn't good in anything already, so I should at least finish college.
High school was nothing but a collection of good and bad experiences with strangers. I had no friends—never had the desire to. Ayos naman. Fewer complications, no responsibilities, and no need for efforts to keep the relationship going.
I came up with the same plan in college—be invisible, have no one, and never let any relationships take place. I didn't even want anyone to know me. But heaven had other plans.
"This time, have one disposable pipette to transfer enough semen to the slide."
Tatlong kuwarto pa ang layo ko sa laboratory ay naririnig ko na ang instructions ni Mr. Dela Peña, gayundin ang ingay ng mga kaklase ko. Kami lang kasi ang nagkakalase sa floor.
"Remember to transfer just enough amount of semen. Hindi kailangan ilagay niyo lahat. Two to three drops? Ilang milyon na ang makikita niyong butete riyan."
They laughed in synch while I kept on rushing my way there.
"Sir, pinatatanong ni Charlotte kung puwede raw po iuwi 'yung sobra. Gagawin niya lang daw pong skin care."
"Sir, puwede po bang ibalik 'yung sobra? Sayang ang magandang lahi."
"Diyan kayo magaling, sa mga kalokohan! This is a laboratory class but that does not permit you to fool around. Kapag kayo ay walang nasagot sa laboratory questions mamaya, ibabalik kayo sa pagiging sperm cell," sermon ng propesor.
Honestly, kanina pa ako nasa gilid ng kuwarto. Hinintay ko lang siyang matapos sirain ang mood dahil hindi ko maaatim ang hitsura ng mga nahihiya kong kaklase.
"Madali! Trabaho na. Magkakamatayan na 'yan." Pumalakpak siya para pabalikin sa pokus ang buong klase. That was my cue to show up.
"Sir." Stares stolen, I glanced at my surprised classmates. Back to the professor, I said, "I'm sorry I'm late. Can I start the activity?"
Mr. Dela Peña was shocked more than anyone. Hindi niya maialis ang tingin sa hawak kong container. "At saan mo naman nakuha 'yan, Ms. de Morga?"
I would get laughed at if I said from a Suarez. "I have to keep his identity private, Sir." It was the only time I felt genius for coming up with such an excuse.
Nanunuri ang mga mata niyang pinasadahan ang kabuuan ko. "May hindi ata kami nalalaman sa 'yo, Ms. de Morga. Go ahead and start. Siguraduhin mong sperm cells 'yan."
Hindi niya naman siguro iniisip na sa 'kin galing 'to? My head heated at the thought.
I proceeded to my table and started the work alone. The feeling of studying semen was unexplainable because I knew whom these came from. Hindi na kasi ako nakasali sa pagpapalitan ng mga container ng ibang grupo para unknown ang identity ng may-ari.
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