by Jona Branzuela Bering
“Hoy asa imong sapatos?” Kuya Eleccion, one of the guards feigned anger upon seeing me comfortably sporting on loafers for the nth times.
“Nag-una K’ya. Tu-a na sa office.” I grinningly coaxed and gave him the peace sign.
He bartered a smile yet had a disapproving look on his face.
Others may take this as a radical action but nah, for some clumsy health issues I have to shun away from high-heeled shoes. A frail apology for not wearing shoes, nonetheless.
But indeed, Dr. Sol Gallon labeled me as badlungon nga babaye. He once reprimanded me since I had not passed the necessary papers for my teaching apprenticeship (two-month late by the way) and he learned from his colleagues that I didn’t attend my classes regularly. (I was wrong with my calculations then, I thought my professors were absent. My bad :C)
I was not proud of my person.
I know am not a good student but I know I am a good learner. I learned I am not a good student.
Don’t get me wrong.
I am not aiming for some encyclopedic wisdom: understanding puzzling algebraic equations; memorizing dates like when did Napoleon exiled at Alba (I loved my history teacher though, since he never dealt with such unnecessary dates); feeding my neurons with who’s who in the literary circle were my four-year food that sometimes I forgot to chew. The outcome---my grades suffered from indigestion.
Junasis, our Filipino Ed noted that I will be wearing my toga soon.
“Hopefully!” I beamed.
He heartily laughed with Karina, the future Feature Ed.
Hey, did I say something wrong or funny perhaps?
Ugh, I was not joking. I haven’t passed my application for graduation yet while my classmates already had. Much more, my prospectus screamed that I have a no-grade
subject course.
Oh com’on, don’t give me that look. I already said that I am not a good student, didn’t I?
Academically, I sucked, among other things.
I got a cebuano-visayan subject yet Kevin Lagunda, our literary ed served as my mentor since I was busy with my thoughts when my professor discussed the equivalent word for essay in cebuano.
I doubted if my linguistic skills made a difference.
And yes, Junasis was right. I can smell March right under my nose like a rotten canal rat.
And if the one peeping above will allow it; I will march at the hallway of the Social Hall with stupid grin planted on my lips. And my toga will surely dance with the talisay-breezed air.
PS. This was written on December 17, 2007. The badlungon nga babaye will not be gone yet. She will take her MA here, in case she will acquire a grade on Principles on Teaching. Not lower than flat-nosed three for that matter.
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