I hated afternoon classes. I hated that it was scheduled at two o'clock when your body calls for an afternoon nap. Maayo nalang kay Stat ang subject. Kung uban pa tong subject sure ko nag-shut down na akong utok pagsulod pa lang sa classroom. Dungagan pa og Major class ganihang buntag. Ambot lang kaha og naa pay nabilin para sa kani na subject.
Don't get me wrong. I love math and the rest of my sophomore Medtech class subjects pero og aning orasa ang klase tiklop pa sa payong akong brain cells.Katulugon kaayo ko, Lord.
Nitan-aw ko kay Prof. Aguirre, among oldie professor and focused on his tutelage. Tigulang na siya nga teacher og old school pa magtudlo. Dili na ma-deny ang edad sa iyang mga puting buhok. Never siya nigamit og digital paraphernalia. Pero maayo siyang maestro. But no matter how I repeated his words, I could not comprehend what he was saying. Either he spoke another language or I was too drowsy. Di na nako maihap kapila ko nanguy-ab.
Gitan-aw nako iyang kamot sa pag-solve sa math problem with the formula on the other side of the board. But there was no use. Mura og gidulaan sa mga numero ang akong mga mata. And it did not help that he was still babbling nonstop despite the growing and no longer hush conversations from his audience.
My disrelish towards this time of the afternoon was heightened more because I was with the loudest group possible. Wala siyay labot kung nagapaminaw pa mi o wala na.
So, here I was striving and struggling. Need ra nako mag-focus. Kaya nako ni.
Focus.
Sa dihang nagkaanam na sad ang mga kusog na hunghung sa akong tuo. I was seated at the back of the second row by the way. So learning cannot be more conducive on my part. Sugod sa unang mga adlaw sa klase kaning grupo nga naa sa akong tuo hasta kagara og kasaba to the point of annoying. Sitahon sila sa prof pero pila pa lang ka minuto ang nilabay musaba napud. Mga wala kaila og authority. Hilas kaayo.
Gi-divert nako balik akong attention sa prof until I felt the nudge on my arm. Nilingi ko sa akong wala og nakita ang nawong sa pinakagwapa nako na classmate. Siya si Sam, ilado sa tibuok campus kay daghan og followers sa tiktok. Kanawong niya si Sofia Andres.
She smiled with puppy eyes. Pasekreto niyang gibutang ang nakapilo na papel sa akong desk og nitando sa direksyon sa akong tuo.
Nitutok kog pila ka segundo sa papel na naay pangalan na Kyle. Didto nako na-realize na paper note diay to.Since our phones were surrendered before class, paper notes became the mode of communication. Old school kaayo. Courtesy of the prof.
Nilingi ko sa akong tuo kung asa nakalingkod sa pikas row ang receiver sa note. Apparently, dili kay Kyle naadto akong panan-aw kung dili sa iyang katapad. His predator braid stood out. And it was owned by....
Jordan Ellis Gibson
A college student at SMU who's in his final year. He has distinct features. Masculine brown iyang panit. Baga ang kilay, brooding iyang eyes, to die for ang ilong, thick ang lips og very prominent ang jawline. Agaw pansin iyang height. Siguro lagpas siya og 6 feet. Not too lean. Not too muscular. Enough ra to make most girls drool whenever his muscle flexed by just simply raising a hand or tucking his fingers on his front pocket or back pocket.
Huh.
Pero simhot nako na gubot ray dala aning klase na lalake. Aminon nako, he piqued my interest tong una nako siyang nakita. All because he looked different. But he was not my type and I knew for a fact that I was way out of his league.
Suddenly, a quick trip down memory lane popped up.
4 months ago..
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