Daylight

06

Lately, Tuesdays have been very memorable to the point that all the other days of the week seem dull.

This Tuesday, Juan as usual was slaying the PE course. I wish I could say the same for myself, too. Honestly, I think however much I try to improve in PE, I just can't. And everybody sees it as me not trying.

And that just makes it a whole lot harder.

However, I know I did better this Tuesday than the previous one. I was able to throw the ball high enough to finally hit the ring, even though it still didn't shoot. But at least, progress.

I figured that if God told me to endure, I'm going to have to learn to enjoy this. Somehow.

And I'm going to have to make more progress by next week.

I fared better this time, not immediately walking out after dismissal even though I flunked most of the drills again. But honestly, it's because I've got to do something about this subject to improve, just like how others do advanced studies on conceptual subjects.

I have to do it today.

I've thought over this decision a lot over the weekend and fought against all anxieties that came with it. Up until now, I still don't like this idea of mine fully. I mean, we all have our own lives and our own schedules… and I don't even know if… there will be an agreement. We're also not really close and live different worlds…

I mustered up courage while sitting down on the bleachers. I took a deep breath, stood up, and finally started walking towards…

No one.

He's gone.

Why is my timing always so wrong?

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Later that day, I decided to do it after stat class. If I were going to ask, I had to do it today. While I've set my mind onto it.

If I don't do it today, I think I'm going to fail my PE class.

This would the first time in history that someone failed in freaking PE.

I arrived a bit early to class just like last week and the week before that, simply because I didn't have anywhere else to go. It was a good thing, because quizzes in this course start exactly on time, and I wouldn't want to miss it just because I'm late.

The discussion proceeded as usual, about hypothesis testing for two population means and stuff like that. These topics still have already been discussed to us in high school, so I wasn't really keen on listening. What I did, though, was make sure my notes were extra.

And I mean extra.

I added embellishments on headers and text boxes for the formulas flashed on the screen. I also used different colors and types of pens (brush tip for headers, 0.4 G-Tec for content). And yes, I did this during lecture.

Sadly, the professor noticed that the class was barely paying attention to what he was saying, so he did something unexpected.

“Okay, so may quiz ulit tayo mamaya dahil hindi kayo nakikinig.” Almost everyone groaned. I even heard one student say, “gg ser”. I just shrugged in my seat. So much for taking down neat and aesthetic notes.

After the class ended and the quizzes were handed over, I started gathering my things and turned around. I was surprised to see Juan staring down his notes with a blank expression. I cleared my throat, which caused him to look up.

“Juan?”

“Hmm?” he responded, still with a blank expression.

“Uhm, oks ka lang?” I raised my brow. His eyes dropped to his notes again.

“Hmm? Mhm, yeah…”

I sighed. Here it goes. “Good. Because as much as this slams my pride down, I have to do this...” That statement made him look me in the eye.

“...can you please teach me how to play basketball?”