it was around 1:00am when I got home from a supposedly 8-hour trip from Baguio. i started writing this in my room at 2 am.
I know what happened yesterday was a very very dumb. well it was an honest but yet a really stupid mistake.
I actually thought that my enrollment for this school year's second semester was at that day, November 3. i even woke up early yesterday just to get the enrollment process done and over with asap, so that i could then go down to my mom's province, Tarlac, and have my Non-professional driver's license. As I got to school, i noticed the looooong line of freshmen and senior students of the College of Arts and Communication which started from the classroom just beside the College Office. that classroom was the place where we could get our 'True Copy of Grades' or TCGs from the past semester/s. That is where we also get our Form 5s--the from where our subjects are enlisted at. (i hope i described it right. :C ) After getting these documents, Enrollment process-step 1 is done.
So, I waited patiently at the end of the liiiiiine for my TCG and Form 5. I thought that it would take hours for me before i could get through this step. I sighed and out of boredom, stared at those different sorts of people and their variously themed outfits.
I saw Gabe, my follow-up, a freshman, and also a Language and Literature major pass by through me. As i called his attention, he immediately came near me, with a facial expression that rather seemed confused.
He asked me if this line was the line for the TCGs and Form 5s. I told him that he was on the right line. So we stood there, waiting patiently for the line that rather looked like as if it never moved a single inch. We started chatting, to break the awkward silence. We talked about the art works of the Fine Arts majors which dangled on the undercap of the CAC roof. we talked about how we were bums during the semestral break, how troubled Gabe's church's situation was, how we enjoyed our courses, and how cool professors in the University have been during the last semester.
The chatting cost us a lot of time, little did we know that we were the next ones in line. We got closer and closer by the minute. Meanwhile, there was this lady who came out of nowhere, called all the senior students to come up in front of the line. she said that the seniors are the first priorities. All the seniors in the line came forward. Thus, pushing us in the back of the line. The girl asked if there were any seniors or students from the higher years who hadn't come forward yet. Everybody just stared at her as if they wanted to eat her, or swallow her whole, or perhaps add her hannging with the dangling shimmering art works of the fine arts students.
I realized that i was ideally an upper year student. humbly speaking, i'm a freshman with a second-year/sophomore standing in the University. yes, I'm technically a freshman at UPB, but a sophomore when it comes to the subjects and year standing. So i approached the girl who came out of nowhere. I asked her if a transferee such as I were to move forward the line too. She told me to wait, for she wasn't sure of my case. She went back to the classroom to ask for help. After a short while, she came up to me and told me that the students with cases like me, must have their enrollment done on November 8.
October 8???!! That won't be till next week! I have plans! November 8 is still too far from today. I can't wait here in Baguio doing nothing till October 8. I have plans in getting to Tarlac ASAP to get my driver's license, and I can't give it up just for the moved enrollment date!
I felt embarrassed. I went back to the line and told Gabe that I had to leave him. I told him that I had to wait till Nov. 8. We then said our goodbyes, and I left, disappointed. Devastated. Frustrated. And all the -'ed's you can think of. I immediately called my parents and told them what terrible mistake I have done. If it werent for the "supposedly" Daryll's-November 3 enrollment day, I wouldve gone with my parents from Tarlac, gone with ate chat and her family, and had the opportunity to bring Ate Chat to the NAIA for her flight to Malaysia. Unfortunately, I havent. instead, i have gone to baguio by taking a four-hour bus drive, slept for a couple of hours, ATTEMPTED to enroll, and failed. Now my parents are letting my travel back to Cavite, which is about 8 hours from Baguio. My 'Tarlac and the driver's-license-plans' are cancelled. or shall i use the term, postponed. But still, it's very very frustrating.
I love travelling. I really do. But this time's different. I have been sitting on a bus seat for like dozens of hours just this week. Travel here and travel there. This Undas vacation kept me from home and kept me on the road.
I left Baguio at around 3pm.
Now, I have to face another 8 hours in the bus AGAIN. This time's harder. my mom told me to bring the sack of veggies my tita loht left in baguio. it's hard to explain how the sack of veggies was left behind, but it's with me now. I am on my way to Cavite with a large malleta', a hand-carry, and a sack of veggies. Can you believe it? a sack of veggies? That'd be so embarrassing. Imagine me carrying such a thing. I'd laugh myself to death.
Yes. It was haggard. a storm is going to hit the Philippines soon, and it started raining when I reached Manila. The bus arrived in Pasay just in time.
The rain kept me in the terminal. I waited for Cavite-bound buses to pass by the highway, and doing that got me wet for there was no shade on where I was waiting. it took me around 30 minutes before i got into the bus headed for Cavite this time. This trip is another one-hour drive. Remember, I still had the veggies and its sack. I looked like a typical Manila tindero who is now on his way home. This really is embarrassing.
The most embarrassing part was when I got down the bus and rode the jeep that went to the palengke. Imagine me riding a jeepney full of passengers with a really large malleta and a sack or sako on my hands. The students who borded the jeep stared at me. They might have been wondering why this veggie tindero travelled home so late at night. It was almost 1am. After that horrible jeepney ride of doom, I rode the tricycle until i reached home sweet home. I was finally home, home from the awful bus ride, from the second bus ride, and from that horrible jeepney ride. HOME, SWEET HOME.
