Entry #3, January 31
Foundation Week
Thursday, Jan 31 (9:05 A.M.)
I’m here in the library, in my favorite spot: the 1-seater sofa in the furthest corner so nobody can see my cold hands typing words in my note app instead of chatting with friends on WhatsApp. There’s a book about Dali on my lap, but I’m never going to open it. Right now, I’m deciding if I’m going to my two remaining classes.
It’s a light week since it’s the school’s Foundation Week. Yesterday, classes were suspended because of a major faculty meeting. Today, we had an early dismissal in my first class. I’ve already decided not to attend my last course, which is English, but I’m not sure if I’ll skip Calculus too. I can go home early and relax and devour some films.
Well, maybe today’s class isn’t that important. But I don’t want to miss it even though I already know how to take care of the early lessons. The first reason is that I don’t know anyone there, and what will take place later will be a mystery to me because I have a problem asking strangers. They might have seatwork or an assignment, and I don’t want to miss out on that. But probably our professor won’t be such a dick since it’s Foundation Week.
The second reason is that I want to be present in that class for the whole semester. As of now, I still haven’t missed a single class. It’s my goal this term because our professor might give a bonus point to those students who have perfect attendance. I want to keep my zero-absent record in Calculus because that bonus point could be the difference between passing or failing it for the fourth time.
(9:38 A.M.)
Oh well, I’ve made up my mind. I’m not going. But just this once. I promise. After all, it’s Foundation Week and I’m sure there’ll be no heavy work to do in class today.
(9:55 A.M.)
Time to head home after spending two hours at school. There’s no point in lingering around here since I joined none of the events this year. I spent more time here in the library deciding whether to go to my next class than I did sitting through attendance in English. I hope I made the right call. Regret will have to wait two months from now. I know, I’m painfully aware that my decisions aren’t good most of the time.
I am not a rookie at making bad decisions. I’m a hardened vet.
