As Wind Screams in the Ocean (Batchmate Series #4)

Chapter 9

"Ms. Magallanes, you'll be the one leading the class for your performance in my subject. I heard you are good at dancing. Wala akong ibang mapagkakatiwalaan kundi ikaw."

I slowly shut my eyes remembering what my professor in p.e said to me.

Great, another responsibility put in my shoulder.

Sa sobrang dami kong isipin ay napayuko na lamang ako sa lamesa ng inuupuan ko habang kinakagat ang ibabang labi, wala na akong pakialam kung magdugo pa ito.

And then I lift up my head to glance at my laptop. My mini research paper is still ongoing. Ang galing, nasa theoretical framework pa lang ako. Totoo nga na kapag college ka, assignment lang sayo ang research.

Nasa Narzan area ako ngayon, thinking how problematic the research paper is.

Narzan area is like a tranquil retreat on our campus. It's a place where you can unwind if the library doesn't appeal to you. It's an inviting spot to hang out, with its refreshing scenery and the soothing breeze.

It's just disheartening that, despite the soothing wind gently tapping my shoulders in comfort, my research remains unfinished.

Ang gago lang. Tapos linggo-linggo ang pasahan!

Pero nakakamura na lang talaga yung exam namin sa kanya. Hindi mawala sa isip ko yung essay type niyang exam sa amin. I've got one point for each essay number. Ang swerte ko lang sa multiple choice dahil may limang puntos pa ako out of twenty.

Pero ang pinoproblema ko talaga ay ang research ko na sa susunod na araw ang pasahan.

Si Rousseau kaya tapos na? Gusto ko na lang mangopya. Pero hindi. . kaya ko 'to. Kailangan ko lang magpahinga kahit saglit lang.

I need to prove to our seniors that as a first year, we can survive this year's lalo na ang qualifying exam. Kung dito pa lang ay umiiyak na ako, what more pa sa second year, di ba? Kung bagyo ngayong first year baka roon ay with earthquake pa.

"Ano, iiyak ka na?"

Nilingon ko si Ma'am Hanna na nakatanaw sa akin mula sa water dispenser. She's refilling her bottle of water.

A smug smirk appeared her lips. "Ay nako, ayan lang iniiyakan mo what more pag second year ka na? Huwag kang iyak nang iyak d'yan kasi wala pa 'yan sa bigat na nararanasan naming mga juniors."

Umiling ito sa akin na parang dismayado. Wala naman ako mareact dahil nabigla ako rito.

"Tignan mo sa second year puro lesson plans, research, theater! nako, hihilingin mo na lang magka-tres wag lang cinco."

I felt like there's a huge rock logged in my throat struggling to swallow. Hindi na ako nagkaroon ng pagkakataon para makapagsalita lalo na't nagwalk-out ito agad nang mapuno ng bote niya.

Paano kaya nila maiintindihan?

Walang freshmen, sophomores, juniors, seniors sa problema. Regardless of your lower position or younger age, if the burdens you bear are as heavy as theirs, there's no difference. If you experience the same struggles, your complaints are entirely valid.

But here, college. . . I thought we carry the same struggles despite levels? But why is there Ma'am Hanna who invalidates our struggle? I thought there's no room for competition? But why is there Aicah?

I thought is far from being in high school pero hindi pala lahat ng college ay parehas ng experiences.

"Guys, baka mayroon gusto magvolunteer sa inyo as committee for our LIO month? Naatasan tayo na magjoin as committee," Cas announced to us.