She's Inlove With The Campus Writer

Chapter 6

Be as productive as how the Creator made the impossibles possible.

Sunday— I should have been relaxing but I spent more of my time typing, editing works. 90% spent for being a Zombie and almost 10% for a rest.

“Our lesson for today is about sexuality.”

Everyone laughed, parang di pa nasanay sa mapupusok na topic ng Senior High.

“What word comes into your mind when you hear that word?” said Ms. Patete, the Professor.

Naglakad-lakad siya sa tabihan ko pero nagpunta siya sa may bandang likuran. Hindi pa rin tumitigil yung mga kaklase ko sa pagtawa. Sexuality, ano bang nakakatawa dun di ba? GM PROBLEMS.

“Ikaw Sarah!” pagtawag niya sa isa kong kaklase na sobrang pula ng labi sa ginamit na lipstick.

“Sex,” she answered.

“Bright mind answers dim ideas. Very good!!”

“So how does it feel having sex with someone Miss Sarah?”

Sarcasm was on her voice, sinubukang ipahiya si Sarah. Sarah felt nervous, kitang kita sa pagmumukha. Beside her was Eloiza, tumatawang mag-isa.

“I didn't mean it that way. I mean SEX— the state of being male or female and how they're being involved in sexuality. Excuse me but because of misinterpretation, sometimes dim ideas becomes brilliant while sometimes bright mind are those disky ones. Thank you.”

After that, naupo siya. Natahimik lahat ng boys sa unahan. Mukhang naisahan niya si Ms. Patete.

Inayos ng Prof yung kanyang itim at makapal na salamin gamit ang matulis na kulay berde na kuko.

“Brighter!” pagpuri niya kay Eloiza, pilit inaalis ang hiyaang naganap. Well, mas matalino talaga minsan ang estudyante sa ibang Prof to be honest.

“Mr. Alvarez, how ‘bout yah?”

“I think—”

I was cut off from speaking. There was an excuse letter from Phoenix Office.

“Okay, maari ka ng umalis!” mataray na pagsasalita ni Ms. Patete.

When I looked at Eloiza, she rolled her eyes with lips pouted. I tried to wave my hand, but she ignored it.
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My heart was trapped in its cage, trying to move out and as I slide the door, my heart calmed then parts of my brain started to ask, “Where is Liam? Where's the PD?”

A circle-shaped chairs were formed at the center of the office, having a discussion.

“Pasok!” Tristan offered a seat beside him.

Sa tapat ko, andun si Riva, umiiyak

“Bakit siya umiiyak?”

No one answered, but their eyes were all on me, giving a clue na ako ata ang dahilan. Wala naman akong ginagawang masama.

“Can we start, now that the EIC is here?” said Rem, the Managing Editor at inikot-ikot niya ang mata.

I was so curious about Riva's condition. I wanna ask her why pero nagsimula na ang discussion.

“So napag-usapan na magkakaroon ng Workshop para sa mga incoming Journalists, at tayo ang in-charge. Copyreading, News Writing and Feature Writing ang Categories na andito. Kailangan, merong atleast isa na magvo-volunteer sa isang Category. Problema, sino ang pwede?”