I woke up this morning with an imaginary 5-ton trailer truck running around my head. When I looked at my phone’s watch, it was just seven o’ clock in the morning. Since we won’t have our first subject at 8:30, I decided to lay my back on the sofa to sleep again for a few minutes, hoping to feel better the instant I wake up. I’ll just go to school three hours before our next class to
copy share answers in our lab exercise. I closed my eyes, with the plans already solid in my head. (Or not.)
Minutes turned into hours, and still my head hurts. Though the pain was reduced by the sleep that I got, I still didn’t have the energy to stand up. I checked my phone’s clock beside me, and it read 8:57. My class is supposed to be one o’ clock in the afternoon, so I still had time to rest once again. A plan started to form again inside my aching head. I’d get myself some more sleep, wake up at ten, and step out of the house by eleven. Smart move? No, no, no. I woke up later than what I have scheduled, and so I had to rush everything that I had to do before leaving. It even worsened my headache, not even allowing my body just to sit up from my position. I had to give up my plans of going to school, and sleep until the feeling fades away. Yes, I was absent today.
For the record, OT140 (Therapeutic Skills in Human Development I) is the culprit. I have been synthesizing our group’s report tomorrow (Wednesday) since yesterday (Monday). Overwhelmed by the load of statements that I had to cut-and-paste, I thought it would be better if I did it a day earlier than what is expected. I did it for two extra hours and some twenty minutes only to discover the next day that I would be sacrificing one whole day of activities, not to mention some laughter with my blockmates. It sure was a very bad deal, considering the time sacrificed for both workloads. That’s how life works for me.
Well, I just inflicted the first absence of my second year here in UP. I wasn’t able to pass my lab exercise, and wouldn’t even get to have another chance to copy from my blockmates’ manuals for they have already submitted their papers earlier this day. I’d be doomed in drawing a lot of whatnots later tonight. Curse this headache. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have another one tomorrow, for I couldn’t afford it now.Whatever happened today, happened. I cannot turn back the hour, minute, or even the second hand of the clock anymore.
It’s just a good thing that I survived.