fuyusarah's series of ... uh... events
Rawr.
Today was an amusing mix of rain, tardiness, frustration, rain, bowling pins, accidents, rain, Deutsche, kids, and...more rain.
I woke up at 6:00 am today to go to Pisay. The sophomores had a recollection, and I was to help out. Some of you might not know why, but it felt really ironic to me that I'm helping out Pisay students. In Pisay. Ha. But I suppose it'll be nothing compared to how ironic it'll be when -- IF -- I help out in Kiko High.
...
I got there at 8 am, and it felt really weird, not knowing what to do in a foreign land (that's happened way too many times this sem, by the way). I entered the classroom where I was assigned, and found 6 kids. Picture me getting a sweatdrop on my head. After introducing myself, I go, "Kayo lang ba sa room na to?"
"Hindi po..."
'Po'. Ugh.
"So...where's everybody else?"
No answer. The kids just exchanged glances.
I look at my copy of the schedule. Says there:
7:00-8:00 Orientation
8:00-10:30 Session 1
10:30-11:00 Merienda
11:00-12:30 Session 2
and so on.
"Uh... Maybe they went to the cafeteria after the orientation?" I suggested.
Glances are exchanged once more. "May orientation po?"
Another sweatdrop.
"Yes. 7-8. Room 301."
Alarm creeping up to their faces, the kids gather their things, mumble hurried "Excuse po" and run out of the room. The rest of the kids, as well as the faculty members we were to work with, arrived at 8:30. Because of other unexpected events beyond my control, I wasn't able to leave Pisay at the time I was supposed to, so I was late in my next appointment: meet someone at UP.
I arrived late for my appointment, but I found out it was OK because he didn't come on time, either. Actually, he didn't come at all. Rargh. So I left UP at 1:00, which makes me late for my next appointment: assist in a class at His Name.
1:30 pm found me frustratingly frustrated on a jeepney bound for Tandang Sora, whose driver seems to think that the heavy rain was a valid reason to drive really slow. I mean, REALLY sloooooooooow. It was.... ARGH. I was supposed to buy bond paper for the office, too, so I went to buy bond paper. Of course, the saleslady HAD to move agonizingly slow.
I mean, it's gotta be a rule, right? People in a hurry MUST be attended to s-l-o-w-l-y.
RAWR!!!!
So I run. In the freakin' pourin' rain, I run. With "Who Needs Shelter" playing in my earphones, I ran as fast as I could, totally thankful that my shoes are really for running, and that my bag was leather, and that my umbrella was sturdy, and that I also had a jacket on. I knew that, by running, I was practically begging to slip, but, thankfully, I didn't.
I saw the office, and I slowed down to a stop, catching my breath. Finally...When I FINALLY sigh and relax (even though I was late for 30 minutes), I took a step forward...
...and slipped.
Let me give you a little background here. From the day I learned to walk to the time I was a kid of about 12 years of age, I was a walking catastrophe. For some reason only God can explain, I have a terrible sense of space. I bump into everything. Literally. I trip at least once a day. Seriously. I break something at least once a month. No exaggeration.
But when I was in high school until now, I rarely have an accident. Yeah, sure I got hit by a car in second year high, I got a major wound which required four stitches on my right hand in my freshman year in college... But other than that, my catastrophic tendencies actually plummeted from 10 to 1. I don't think I've ever slipped during the rain (unless you count those that demands nothing but a small "Whoa!" from me).
That's why I don't think I remembered how painful it was going to be. One second I was looking at the door, the next second a loud gasp escaped from my throat as the world spun, a sharp pain coursed through my spine, and then, suddenly, I was looking at the sky, I couldn't breathe, my eyes stung, I felt drenched all over, and I didn't think I was going to be able to walk again.
Again, no exaggerations.
I swear, it was shock. Jason Mraz was singing the last chorus of "Who Needs Shelter" now. I was clutching my umbrella as if it were my lifeline, and, now that I look back, it was amazing that I was still, in fact, holding my umbrella. My jeans were drenched, but at least my shirt and my head weren't. I sat there for about 30 seconds, but it seriously felt like ages. I was able to get up eventually, but I felt numb all over. I made it to my mom's office without emitting a single sound.
I took a seat. All my mom had to say was "Hi" before tears of pain finally fell. I guess it's one of the things you just can't control after a moment of excruciating pain. I mean, sure, my back didn't hurt anymore, but feeling numb was still scary, even if I had been able to walk. Even now, several hours since my fall, my back's still numb. And I don't think it's because of the bowling I did this afternoon.
Yes, I went bowling with a couple of co-teachers and five German students, but only because I didn't want my day to end with a lousy slip. That was a good decision, too, because I had fun learning German, hitting two strikes, and giving a tour of the mall (here at SM, you've got it all~).
So...yeah. I think I'm gonna go sleep now. Ich bin müde.
Today was an amusing mix of rain, tardiness, frustration, rain, bowling pins, accidents, rain, Deutsche, kids, and...more rain.
I woke up at 6:00 am today to go to Pisay. The sophomores had a recollection, and I was to help out. Some of you might not know why, but it felt really ironic to me that I'm helping out Pisay students. In Pisay. Ha. But I suppose it'll be nothing compared to how ironic it'll be when -- IF -- I help out in Kiko High.
...
I got there at 8 am, and it felt really weird, not knowing what to do in a foreign land (that's happened way too many times this sem, by the way). I entered the classroom where I was assigned, and found 6 kids. Picture me getting a sweatdrop on my head. After introducing myself, I go, "Kayo lang ba sa room na to?"
"Hindi po..."
'Po'. Ugh.
"So...where's everybody else?"
No answer. The kids just exchanged glances.
I look at my copy of the schedule. Says there:
7:00-8:00 Orientation
8:00-10:30 Session 1
10:30-11:00 Merienda
11:00-12:30 Session 2
and so on.
"Uh... Maybe they went to the cafeteria after the orientation?" I suggested.
Glances are exchanged once more. "May orientation po?"
Another sweatdrop.
"Yes. 7-8. Room 301."
Alarm creeping up to their faces, the kids gather their things, mumble hurried "Excuse po" and run out of the room. The rest of the kids, as well as the faculty members we were to work with, arrived at 8:30. Because of other unexpected events beyond my control, I wasn't able to leave Pisay at the time I was supposed to, so I was late in my next appointment: meet someone at UP.
I arrived late for my appointment, but I found out it was OK because he didn't come on time, either. Actually, he didn't come at all. Rargh. So I left UP at 1:00, which makes me late for my next appointment: assist in a class at His Name.
1:30 pm found me frustratingly frustrated on a jeepney bound for Tandang Sora, whose driver seems to think that the heavy rain was a valid reason to drive really slow. I mean, REALLY sloooooooooow. It was.... ARGH. I was supposed to buy bond paper for the office, too, so I went to buy bond paper. Of course, the saleslady HAD to move agonizingly slow.
I mean, it's gotta be a rule, right? People in a hurry MUST be attended to s-l-o-w-l-y.
RAWR!!!!
So I run. In the freakin' pourin' rain, I run. With "Who Needs Shelter" playing in my earphones, I ran as fast as I could, totally thankful that my shoes are really for running, and that my bag was leather, and that my umbrella was sturdy, and that I also had a jacket on. I knew that, by running, I was practically begging to slip, but, thankfully, I didn't.
I saw the office, and I slowed down to a stop, catching my breath. Finally...When I FINALLY sigh and relax (even though I was late for 30 minutes), I took a step forward...
...and slipped.
Let me give you a little background here. From the day I learned to walk to the time I was a kid of about 12 years of age, I was a walking catastrophe. For some reason only God can explain, I have a terrible sense of space. I bump into everything. Literally. I trip at least once a day. Seriously. I break something at least once a month. No exaggeration.
But when I was in high school until now, I rarely have an accident. Yeah, sure I got hit by a car in second year high, I got a major wound which required four stitches on my right hand in my freshman year in college... But other than that, my catastrophic tendencies actually plummeted from 10 to 1. I don't think I've ever slipped during the rain (unless you count those that demands nothing but a small "Whoa!" from me).
That's why I don't think I remembered how painful it was going to be. One second I was looking at the door, the next second a loud gasp escaped from my throat as the world spun, a sharp pain coursed through my spine, and then, suddenly, I was looking at the sky, I couldn't breathe, my eyes stung, I felt drenched all over, and I didn't think I was going to be able to walk again.
Again, no exaggerations.
I swear, it was shock. Jason Mraz was singing the last chorus of "Who Needs Shelter" now. I was clutching my umbrella as if it were my lifeline, and, now that I look back, it was amazing that I was still, in fact, holding my umbrella. My jeans were drenched, but at least my shirt and my head weren't. I sat there for about 30 seconds, but it seriously felt like ages. I was able to get up eventually, but I felt numb all over. I made it to my mom's office without emitting a single sound.
I took a seat. All my mom had to say was "Hi" before tears of pain finally fell. I guess it's one of the things you just can't control after a moment of excruciating pain. I mean, sure, my back didn't hurt anymore, but feeling numb was still scary, even if I had been able to walk. Even now, several hours since my fall, my back's still numb. And I don't think it's because of the bowling I did this afternoon.
Yes, I went bowling with a couple of co-teachers and five German students, but only because I didn't want my day to end with a lousy slip. That was a good decision, too, because I had fun learning German, hitting two strikes, and giving a tour of the mall (here at SM, you've got it all~).
So...yeah. I think I'm gonna go sleep now. Ich bin müde.
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