Brutality of the Goddess

The day was Tuesday, November 29, 2005.  the afternoon sky had faded into the calm shades of twilight but the air that lingered in the campus was the direct opposite.  students were screaming, apparently filled with that strange intramurals high, and teachers, well, they also did their bit of cheering for their college–especially those who were expecting to bag this year’s trophy.

we were inside the gym after having walked the death march from the VH grounds towards the gym.  the place was crammed with people coming from all the colleges in the university.  everyone was talking at the same time that the opening program seemed more like show ont he sidewalk–barely ntoiced, barely listened to.  in fact, no one really knew what was going on.  everyone just wanted to get the whole opening fiasco done and over with.

as the program went on (or so i thought) more people poured into the gym making it so packed, you’d automatically get the picture when they talk about overpopulation.  seeing that it was already oven-warm inside and too boring for words, a few friends and i decided to sneak out of the gym.

We did.  however, i failed to realize that our motto in the freshman batch was all for one and one for all.  what would’ve been an the escape of only say, four people turned out to be the retreat of an entire pack of freshmen (well, almost the entire batch), leaving a wide, gaping void at the masscom patch of the court.

i felt quite triumphant when we had set foot outside the antiquated building and honestly, i was about to jump for joy at having escaped when a dwarfish growl destroyed that certain feeling of euphoria.

"Asa man mo?" stress on the ‘mo’ there okay?  it was no other than one of our beloved kms officers who had come to shepherd her lost lambs back into that broiling pasture.

we were caught, obviously, and there was nothing left to do but to apply some of my hard-earned reasoning skills.

" Ay, adto mi sa Azucena mag kuha ug food," came my reply.  i swear i did try to sound convincing.

she studied us for a moment, disbelief marking her face at the large group that had just exited the gym.

" Ah, mao ba? bug-at jud dagoy nang inyong mga dalang sandwish sa kay 20 man pud mo kabuok.  besides, what’s the rush? 6:40 pa and the game is still at 8:30."

i honestly felt my cheeks flush.  embarrasment, mind you, is my least favorite emotion. dang.  we had no choice but to return.  i felt like one of those filthy crummy prisoners whose plan of a jailbreak had just been foiled.

we marched back, our heads bowed and our pride completely battered but we have already come up with a new strategy: if ever we wanted to sneak out of a boring program, all we had to do is to leave one by one using different exits to make it hard to monitor and, if all else fails, well, we’d have to go back to the drawing board.

let’s keep this our little secret, shall we?

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