Stranded

[BGmusic: Behind the Sea by Panic at the Disco]

Quote for the day:

“I know it’s sad, but I never gave a damn about the weather, and it never gave a damn about me.”

- Panic at the Disco, Do You Know What I’m Seeing?

Awhile ago I missed my Comparative Literature class.  My first absence in the semester.  For that class.

I didn’t do it on purpose.  I swear I didn’t.

This is what happened.  I got some posters printed out at the Shopping Center.  It took a little longer than I wanted it to because the printer, you know, just wanted to make my life a little more interesting and refused to work.  Then when I was walking to Vinzon’s, where I was going to put up the posters, it started to rain.

First it was just a couple of droplets on my nose and shoulders.  It was like that for about five seconds.  Then it started to pour.  POUR.

I actually enjoy walking in the rain, but remember that I had freshly printed posters with me.  I tried shoving them in my shirt but because I was quickly getting drenched, I decided to take shelter under the nearest shade.  Which happened to be in front of the Computer Center.

I sat down.  Hoped for some friend-with-a-car to come by and save my arse.  No-one did, but I wasn’t too disappointed, because no-one ever comes when you really need them.  So I sat there, all wet and sad, with only the rain and my memories to keep me company *enter Air Supply*.

Before I knew it, it was 1:45, and I had missed my 1 o’clock class.

I was pissed.  For me neglecting to check if I had an umbrella on me [turns out I left it at the tambayan - typical].  For the rain for its perfect timing and for being so… enthusiastic.

But yeah, it was only a matter of time before I got myself stuck in the rain.  It happens every sem:

1. Last semester: I slipped and fell on my butt right in the entrance of *I-won’t-say-which-college-building-because-the-memory-is-too-painful*, then my umbrella turned inside-out in the relentless wind.  Walked to the School of Economics looking like a right turd.
2. Last last semester: I was walking from the College of Mass Communications to the School of Economics [to those of you who aren't from UP, those colleges are somekinda far away from each other, but because I like walking, I walked], and it started raining somewhere in the middle.  I took shelter in that building beside the College of Engineering [forgot the name], then when I couldn’t take it anymore because I was going to be late for my class, I ran for it.  Again, I was drenched, and to make it even worse, my class was air-conditioned. Yay me.
3. Last last last semester: I don’t remember anything from my second year because getting wet in the rain was no big deal as I was dorming back then [because I could easily change clothes].
4. Freshman year: Ah, freshman year… *sigh* …I had just come from the ADMU vs UP basketball game [we lost - haha] and it was raining water buffaloes.  Our flimsy foldaway umbrellas could’t put up a fight.  I then turned to the guys I went with [we weren't that close at the time but we're pretty good friends now I MISS YOU GUYS!!!] then suggested that we make a run for the dorm [we were near Vinzon's Hall, and we were staying at Kalayaan at the time].  Johnson was game, but Rinno had new shoes or something and didn’t want them to get ruined. And Janro just didn’t want to get wet [and even stole my umbrella, so I got wet and he stayed *somewhat* dry].

Anyway, nagkwento lang ako.

The moral of the story is:

• You can’t control the weather [among many other things], and all we can do is deal with it.
• And always bring an umbrella.

The end.