Not one, not two, but three. Three simple words made me feel light-headed in one second, and, in the next, jumping around with joy.
Let me start from the beginning. Well, not really the beginning… it’s kinda mid-way, but—… anyway, just read on.
I was minding my own business this afternoon, quietly studying. Or at least I was trying to study. It was cloudy outside, which means it was going to rain, which means it’s time to be contemplatative. It was the perfect weather for my mind to drift away, much to my academic self’s dismay. I caught myself once again staring out the window, and I shook my head to try to keep focused. A very hard task at times like this. Just when I was about to start reading again, my cellphone caught my attention.
“Funny,” I thought, “I don’t remember putting it on silent.”
The caller ID flashed Rene, my groupmate’s name, and I literally felt my insides flip-flop with dread. But, of course, I should’ve expected her to call today, anyway.
“Sarah…” came her voice. It was quiet and slow, and I felt my heart pounding. Really.
“I was chatting with Sir on YM…” ‘Sir’ being our professor.
And, well WHAT?! I wanted to scream at her. I’ve been nervous practically every single minute for the past two weeks, and the dramatic pause wasn’t helping any.
“Sarah, you passed.”
There they were. The three words that I could’ve sworn I heard, but almost didn’t believe hearing. I sort of expected Rene to suddenly say, “Nah, just kidding!” though I couldn’t think of any reason why she would pull a prank like that. So, I said the only thing I could think of.
“WHAT?!” I yelled at her, sitting up so abruptly, I was surprised my bed didn’t make a sound — my bed creaks at the slightest movement — or maybe I just didn’t hear it.
And then Rene was laughing on the other line.
“Are you SURE?”
“Yes, dear, I’m sure.”
“What did he say, exactly?”
“Well, first I asked him if I needed to take the finals. He said, no, I didn’t, because I already passed. And then I go, ‘Sir, what about my groupmate Sarah Cada?’ He goes, and I quote, ‘Sarah? She passed, too. She’s graduating in LB, right?’”
It was then that my doubts were completely banished from the face of the earth, my lips formed a really wide grin, and I began jumping around like I was a lunatic.
The next few minutes involved me exclaiming possibly incoherent statements of joy that I can’t even remember, congratulating and thanking my groupmate lavishly, and running (jumping) around the house telling everyone the good news.
To those who don’t know: the reason why this is such important news is because this is my last course to take, and because my midterm standing was a 5.0, and my prefinal standing was 4.0, and I had worked for seven days (three of which I practically shut myself out from the living world) on a project that could pull my grades up to passing, so I wouldn’t have to take my 6-hour final exam. And it did. Oh, man.
I’m still not over it, and to be honest, I can’t believe I just wrote what I wrote. I just told Loraine (who was cheering me to update my blog) that I can’t write now because I probably can’t write anything that makes sense, due to the fact that my brain is still somewhat numb from euphoria. But, hey, lookie here. It looks like my creative streak is back.
Ah, yes. Life is beautiful.