“Good morning class, I am Ms. Nadia Salmonte and I’m your professor in World Literature. I don’t have much rules as other teachers has. You can eat while I’m lecturing, take down notes, record it, and ask questions. Just make sure you won’t do anything to disturb the class. Are we clear?”
“Yes Ma’am”
There is a great excitement inside me that I can’t explain. First day in college, whoa. For the first time in my entire life, I will do something I really wanted to do. Something I know I am born to do- to write. Mum finally accepted the fact that I want to make my own destiny and I won’t let her make me somebody else I am not or I hate to become.
As Ms. Salmonte introduced herself and discussed the topics we are going to tackle this semester, I can’t explain the feeling. I wanted to stand up and say “Comm’on let’s get started!” but of course I don’t want to be like an idiot or something on the first day of class. I promised myself, I will never mess up in college. I’m done being stupid. For that entire moment, I just kept on being attentive, making sure I won’t miss a detail when all of a sudden, Gino showed up on the window displaying funny faces. It’s hard to hide my laugh but I’m annoyed at the same time.
“Okay, we’ll have our regular class tomorrow. I want you to read chapters 1, 2 and 3 tonight. You may now go.”
The class left the room.
“What on earth are you doing?” I asked Gino.
“I just thought you’re bored”
“Bored? No way! I’m totally obsessed with everything here on college.”
“Looks like you’re having a good time on the first day of classes”
“Yea, I never thought I’d ever have a life here”
“You look happy,” Gino said facing me.
“Definitely! And you look hungry haha!”
“Yah I’m starving! Want to eat grilled chicken”
“Haha wild Pig!”
Time flew fast and we are like this every day. He pick me up every morning, we’re having lunch together, then he sent me home every after class. We have each other every day but we never run out of anything to talk to and to do. Even on Saturdays and Sundays, he went to our house to do crazy things, board games, movie marathon, we go to our favorite park, attend Sunday morning service, engage in community services, donate blood, we go shopping, food fight, garage sale, car washing, mountain climbing and many other things I never have done before or I never thought I would ever do.
One Sunday, after church, me and Gino we’re having late lunch at BitterSweet’s. This is my favorite place in the entire town, next to Ever Park. They serve amazing food from morning till dinner and the ambiance is so cool and classy. There are paintings that show how life is composed of bitter sweet memories, playing kids, family moments, laughing and weeping people, but I have my favorite, the one on the tightest corner on the restaurant, the painting with a girl playing piano in the rain.
“You’re staring at that painting again,” Gino interrupt me.
“Yes. I love it.”
“You used to say that every time”
“It’s always like the first time.”
YOU ARE READING
Another Way Around
Non-FictionWhat could have it been if you choose to do the one thing you thought is not right at that time? what could have it been if you're just brave enough to face the things you are afraid to take? and what if you turn right when all you need is on the ot...
