When Impressions Turn to Engravings

Still reeling from my exhausting summer which had nothing to do whatsoever with the word "vacation", I pack my bags and sally back to the school life. No, not sally. It was more of like crashing than anything. First of all, I came to school unprepared, with only my journal in Discipline (for those of you who do not know, Discipline is my spiritual sister, now my Jansport bag) along with a couple of books. Teachers were asking for all sorts of papers left and right until my head swam in all the confusion. To make things ten times worse, my cramming spirit kicked in as always and I hurried to NBS immediately to purchase my school requirements/arsenal for the year.

For the first few days, in between classes, I was floating uncertainly between sleepiness and irritation. Remind me not to stress myself next time, haha.

Of course, when I don't start the day right, trust me to mess up the "empath" closest to me too. Hence, Ivan the Great is reduced into my emotional punching bag again. Fortunately, a little kick to my neurons made me recover from the First Day Shock quickly and I managed to patch things up with a little sugar high.

Anyway, life without Marconi is catching up with me. My new section is not that bad considering that I have definite allies and the presence of a vitriolic creep like Milfeuille seems nonexistent for the meantime. However, I am a little dissed at the incarnation of, ta-dah! Hermione Granger! Yes, she can be found made of flesh and bones in III-Linnaeus!

Ahh, maybe it’s too early to compare myself to her yet (read: crush my ego… crush my ego…). Her guts to be a leading candidate in Ms. Recitation 2006 have no absolute effect on me since I hate public speaking anyway. As long as she stays on her turf as Ms. Recitation and not Ms. Irony, I assure you a zero body count this year.

But then, first impressions can be proven wrong.

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Speaking of impressions, I was dining in KFC last Friday with the King and Queen of Herzoslovakia’s royal entourage. Suddenly, Helena got this strange look on her face that I’ve seen before whenever she would happen to glance at Ivan in his murderous mood. She started whispering to us about a suspicious-looking individual I saw when we arrived at the area. Cleve, obviously alarmed at her plausible warnings passed the message on to Mr. Bean and then to us.

The four of them (Ivan was sitting beside me and we had our backs to the aforementioned object of suspicion) discussed the matter for a while. The whole time I merely observed them amusedly. It wasn’t everyday you come across an alleged druggie. They were murmuring fearfully how the person (it’s unclear to me to this day whether that person was a man or woman) interrogated every freshmen he/she could come across and how his/her lips were blackened. I used Ivan’s shiny new cell phone as mirror. I swear I could see that freak show staring back at me!

The itch to spread the intrigue safely inflamed when our Science teachers arrived. Helena and the others told about it to His Highness and the others, then the teachers present. We agreed upon leaving KFC in a group to ensure security.

What the hell, I had been right to stay nonchalant about the thing all along. When we stood up to leave, we saw a freshmen approach his/her table with a tray of orders. Toodle-oo, the druggie has a ward after all! Nyahaha…

And to think Ma’am Bautista even alerted the KFC staff about him/her upon their presumptions. Note to self: Do not judge a book by its cover, especially when you’re in the company of paranoid friends.

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Hey, does anyone here know "The Scientist" by Coldplay? Nada, the song just got me thinking... How... appropriate. Why are you looking at me?