I got up from bed nervously and fixed myself. I just slept for 2 hours. Hindi agad ako nakatulog kanina sa kakaisip kahit medyo kumalma na ako. I looked at myself in front of our full body length mirror. I looked like a zombie. Para akong hindi kumain at natulog ng ilang araw.
What is passion for you? Is it something that makes you giddy to wake up every morning? Is it something that keeps you sane from facing the cruel reality? Because that what is passion for me. It's like the blood flowing through my veins. I need it to breathe. I need it as a distraction from academics. I need it to feel excited to come in school far from stress that the school works bring. It's in my heart voluntarily. It feels like my soul is not complete without it.
People may say we are just over-reacting. But have you ever felt the uncertainty of yourself when didn't get the course you wanted to take in college? Parang kulang yung pagkatao mo. And that what is writing for our Club meant to me.
Naging diversion ko na ito sa stress, ang pagsusulat. It brings pleasure to write or edit something, to read entries.
My thoughts are flowing somewhere while I'm going to school with Asha. I know that she's glancing at me, worry showing in her face. Hindi man niya ako tanungin pero mukhang nakikita niya sa itsura ko ngayon.
I've decided to go first at our clubroom and bid my finality on Asha without looking at her. Pagbukas ko nang pinto, nandito sila halos lahat pero wala ang Head namin. They look devastated. Some are close to crying and some are just staring blankly somewhere. I sat down and leaned on the wall then closed my eyes. The bags under my eyes are so evident that I'm close to looking like a panda. But it's cute lol!
I can't even joke to myself.
"Ano ng gagawin natin? Dapat may gawin tayo!" Narinig kong naguusap-usap na sila. I just want to listen. I also don't know what to do. I don't know what we should do.
"We must protest!"
"We need to know the real reason behind this!" I heard them agreeing.
"They must explain it to us first 'no!"
"Dapat aware tayo sa valid reason nilang i-dissolve ang club!" I sighed heavily. Someone nudged me.
"Hindi ka sasama?" I opened my eyes tiredly then heard my co-member asked me.
"Uhh...hindi ba dapat kausapin muna natin ang head?" I said with doubt kung makikinig ba sila sa akin. The one who asked me to join nodded slightly.
"Pero lumalabas na sila. Mahirap na sila pigilan. Look!" Napalingon naman ako sa labas at naglalakad na nga nang mabilis ang mga kagrupo namin. Sheez! What a hasty decision.
Kahit narinig kong may pumipigil sa kanila at sinasabi ang kaparehas kong idea, hindi sila nagpatinag. They are enraged with emotions; they can't think straight right now. It's evident with their actions. Napabuntong-hinga akong sumunod di kalayuan sa kanila. I'll just watch them closely. Wala yata akong energy makipag-usap ngayon.
Napapansin ko namang tumitingin ang ibang tao sa hallway. Agaw-pansin ang mabilis nilang paglakad at maiingay na usapan. Halatang pikon at galit. Huminto ako malapit sa office ng Student Council. Nasa may parte ako na natatakpan ng halaman. Dito muna ko.
I gasped at what they are doing. Kinakalampag nila ang pinto ng Student Council habang sumisigaw ng kung ano-ano. Mukha silang nagrarally. Natandaan ko naman ang sinabi ng isang Prof namin sa Sociology "Sa tingin niyo ba kaya may nagproprotesta dahil trip lang nila? Gusto lang nila punahin lahat ng gawain ng administrasiyon? Papansin kumbaga?
Mali. Lumalaban sila bilang boses ng masa. Bakit? May mali kaya sila lumalaban."
May mali ba talaga sa nangyayari? O kami ang mali dahil hindi naming matanggap ang desisyon ng bagong Council?
BINABASA MO ANG
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