Two days left before the resume of classes in PNU, anxiety is already bothering hell out of me. Last night, I stayed up late. (Very late that it wasn’t even night at all. It was 4 in the morning, just so you know.)

I sought sleep but I could not find her. (I forgot to tell ya, I’m insomniac. Sleep doesn’t like me, I supposed. Well, she does not YET though because I will make sure that she’ll be SOON.) I longed for a rest. I was so tired (mentally tired, mostly) and miserable. I wanted to get my mind off the apprehension of resume-of-classes misfortune. (Not that I hate school or studying. I don’t, as a matter fact. I just don’t feel like coming back yet. Not yet.) So I started thinking random stuff, just for the hell of it. Book-related things, for instance. I tried to remember who’s who. (But some characters in books are just so hard to remember. And my difficulty with names made it even worst. My brain is having a hard time digesting names. I’m serious. Names do kill. And they kill me.) It didn’t help much. But yeah, I had slept. Big deal.

What I actually meant on telling you that I-can’t-sleep scenario above is to show you lot how school bugs me. I don’t hate school, like what I’ve said. But for the sake of enlightenment, let me give you a glimpse on what is coming my way this January 5.

I am currently a freshman student in Philippine Normal University. (It is where teachers are made. They only offer degrees in education. The whole institution is in high because the gov’t made it the National Center for Teachers’ Education. Big big deal. And we’re supposed to be proud. Very proud… My gawd, I think I just puked.) And it’s located at the heart of Metro Manila, just beside the city hall. It may have sounded grand to you because my school is in Manila. The hell it’s not. I live in Bulacan, just so you know. So basically, it will take me approx. 2-3 hours to get my loads down. (My loads? It’s only a body bag with pad paper and a pen. Also water, if I feel like bringing it.) But because of the terrific flow of traffic in the Metro and the current construction of that underpass road in Araneta Avenue, without a doubt, I can assure that my trip will cost me 3 hours (That’s 3 freakin hours, for heavensake.) Back and fort, it will consume 6 hours. That’s six hours of sitting on a bus ‘til I get my ass burned. (Wow. Very promising trip. Something to look forward to.) And I usually go off to school at 8 in the morning and probably be home at 9-10 pm. In short, I am pretty much deprived of time to rest. (That, if you are sane enough to understand, means killing myself softly. That’s brutal dying, dammit!)

I can’t tell ya the whole story of my school life because my blog is now becoming a lengthy shit. But I think you now have the so-called ‘enlightenment of soul’. Bye.