The lecturer is late to come to class and I’m really
troubled right now. Let me put it down easily for you so that you can
comprehend. Never ever (even though he is the last man standing on earth) date
your classmate or worse yet get an attaching relationship that will leave you
drained once you get out of it. So let’s say, vaguely that I had this type of
an unhealthy relationship with a guy in my class last semester and now that we
are basically not talking to each other, it’s pretty draining for me. I get this
moments when my heart beats on over drive when I get a hint of his voice
circulating somewhere about class and I behave as if I have not heard a thing. Just
now, he has announced something about the registering for units and I am more
than ecstatic because I have already registered so I don’t have to go around
him any time soon.
Just the other day, the lecturer gave us something to discus
in class and she told us to turn to the desk adjacent to ours. Hell! He was on
that bench! Lucky for me, the bench in front of ours defiled the lecturer and
turned to our desk. If not, I would have been forced to exchange those weird
attempts of small talk that never really work out.
I also get these moments when I look about class just
lazing, you know, letting your mind wander or simply scanning the class for the
guy whom I had given my notes then our eyes kind of meet and I feel as if my
heart wants to chuck from my rib cage! I mean literally chuck from it through
my mouth before I hurriedly look away as if my eyes have been burnt. If that’s not
enough, I get these heat flushes the moments he participates in class. All this
blood rushes so close to my skin I can hear it in my ears and I feel as if the
air conditioning just broke down sometime in January. Trust me it’s not a
pretty feeling.
Nowadays I always get in class when the lecturer has arrived
and chuck as soon as he says bye. I abstain from hanging with our previous
crowd (thank God for the library!) I just go there to be alone in the name of
assignments and study when the real reason is the fact that I don’t want to see
him. As I type this, I’m praising the heavens since this is my last semester
and I’ll be off to do my degree. Then, I’ll be wiser with how to deal with
guys-never get attached at least not to any of your classmates! Now I know!
I’m Velma btw. The unqualified school girl!
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