it's not everyday death eaters chase you

i woke up with the faint ringing of a bell, only to figure out it was my phone's alarm going off. it was the most annoying sound one can hear early in the morning and i struggled to look for the cursed thing, which i ended up sleeping on. i squinted at the still blurry digital numbers screaming 8:30 on the screen and it only took me a couple of milliseconds to comprehend the situation i am in.

it's 8:20 in the freakin' morning (since my phone is 10 minutes advanced).

i have a 10-point bonus problem that needs to be submitted BEFORE 8:30, considering it would be the only source of any points, positive points, in my last exam (100 point f*cked up exam).

i'm f*cking late. (need i say more?)

and i'm panicking.

well, at least i had the decency to brush my teeth, change my clothes, and do other necessary chorvas, in record breaking time, mind you, before i ran to school -- from the eight floor of a building (i didn't take the elevator) to the third floor of another building across the street. 

i was cursing whoever the idiot was who said that it was illegal to cross Katipunan. i had to run to the overpass, run up, run across, run down, run, run, and run all the way to Faura. i can only be thankful that there's no law against students running around the school like they are being chased by a googillion death eaters. 

i swear my heart was pounding so hard against my rib cage, it felt like it would suddenly pop out any second. it was a matter of life and death. besides, it wasn't only my paper at stake. i'm responsible for submitting a classmate's paper as well. and if she doesn't blast me off to oblivion for not making it on time, i'd do the honors, myself.

okay, not really. i'd just be left to contemplate how miserable my life is for the rest of my already miserable life. and how i made other lives miserable cause i'm so miserable and...what the f*ck am i saying?

anyway, lo and behold, i made it just in time.

i arrived in the department at exactly 8:29.

am i great, or am i just great?

i think i might be the new Phidippides of this generation. heh.

and if ever i wasn't able to make it in time, i'll prolly just drop school and train as a runner for the next olympics. after failing almost everything, i need some ego booster.

the adrenaline rush of the last 10 minutes was enough to bring me back to life. i was practically dead yesterday after messing up a theo oral exam (how the f*ck am i supposed to know how love goes around in this freaking world?), being reminded how effing clueless i am in programming (i quote: "pwede pa namang mag-withdraw sa class diba?"), being slapped in the face by the fact that there's a 96.38% chance of getting a zero in a 100-point exam (it sucks finding out that you ignored a problem just to spend two f*cking hours solving another problem with NO solution), and sulking for not being able to get some tickets for the Ateneo-La Salle game.

sigh. it's kinda depressing to know that you're relying on adrenaline rush to revive you. but still, with all that adrenaline in my body, it was a surprise how i just dropped dead in my bed afterwards. too much exhaustion for the last 20 minutes, maybe. who knows.

at least i was able to pass our life source aka bonus problem. i'm back to dreamland and i couldn't care less whatever's gonna happen for the next few hours.

goodmorning world, goodnight to me.