Good Things Await Us

Almost a month ago, a series of unfortunate events poured on me.

After some bombings and peace-related issues that led to class suspensions, I finally decided to go home. Mind you, going home wasn’t as simple as you're thinking right now; it meant 12-hours travelling, by-land. But, considering that the following week was our intramurals, which means NO CLASSES, the travel time didn’t hold me back. "This is quite a break I'm having in the middle of the semester," I thought.

As I was half-way home, someone texted me that classes have resumed and that our research paper was due the following day. I couldn’t possibly go back now, could I? Thanks to the alibi that I had mulled over for some time, I got away with the deadline; I was able to party with some friends and hang out in the carnival.

But that wasn’t all; as I arrived home, again I received a message, saying that the intramurals have been cancelled. Well, so much for my vacation; I had to be back by the end of the weekend, or should I say 'long weekend', since the following Monday was a holiday and I only have two classes on Tuesdays, which I can afford to skip.

After a week of normal, boring classes, it was our exam week. Expectedly, we had endless exams, plus we were scheduled to defend our research paper on an exam day. Since we weren’t excused by our teacher in the defense, we had to sign for an early time slot so we can still prepare for the afternoon's exam. Guess what, the defense didn’t start on time; I think it started almost two hours late. Plus, we were required to sit for five other defenses for a reaction paper! And so we came in late for our exam, unprepared, still in our formal attires and STARVED— we haven’t had lunch!

As a famous quote by Michael C. Muhammad goes: "Everything works out right in the end. If things are not working right, it isn't the end yet.” Good things await us indeed; the defense turned out fine, and we passed the exam, although we could’ve perfected it if we were given at least an hour to prepare.