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Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Enrollment!
Just came back from school. My legs are so tired from walking. House to school to house to school to house! Ano baaah?



When I arrived at ANHS early that morning, I realized I'd left my report card at home [I'd insterted it in a Robinson's Department Store brochure.] So, I went back home to get it. I was just about to enter the Science Faculty Room, where Science High students were to enroll themselves, when I saw Francise standing by the door. She was already filling up her form. I folded out the brochure I just grabbed off the dining table. And guess what? No report card! I'd grabbed the wrong brochure.

And so, I walked out the main gate and started yet another long walk home. My house isn't really that far from school. In fact, it's actually kind of near. But after walking on San Francisco Street for the third time that day without ever sitting down, it started to feel like miles.

When I reached Building 203, I rushed immediately to the dining table, totally ignoring Nanay's visitor who was having a glass of iced tea in the living room. Impolite, yes, but I was in a hurry so, I'm sorry! I looked at the dining table. There were like twelve or more brochures [which looked a lot alike] resting their glossy paper behinds on the glass. I searched through every Robinson's brochure on the dining table but, since I couldn't find it in any of the brochures on the dining table, my report card was obviously somewhere else.

I was starting to get frustrated. I didn't get it. Questions, both of the necessary and totally unnecessary sorts, came rushing in. Why wasn't my report card in any of the Robinson's brochures on the dining table? Why were there suddenly so many brochures in our house? Who had had such a sudden interest in brochures that was making my search more complicated than it should have been? Why was Nanay's visitor sipping iced tea in front of the electric fan and I wasn't?

I decided to make like Nanay's visitor and cool off for a while. I got myself a glass of cold water and wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. I wanted to sit down so, I went inside Nanay's room where Beben was having her nap [for some reason I did not want to sit down with Nanay's visitor in the living room.]

Standing in front of an air conditioner and drinking iced tea is a great place to be on a hot summer's day. Not being able to find your report card is the worst situation to be in on a hot summer's day, if that day just so happens to be the day of enrollment.

I sat on Nanay's bed and stared at her fluffy pillows with floral print covers. And that's when I saw it a thin orange booklet with a picture of a woman in front - the Brochure! I grabbed it from under the pillows and took out my report card. Somebody must have been using it as a fan and brought it here. I smiled at my report card and thought, "There you are, I've been looking everywhere!" The lifeless report card seemed to grin back and say, "But I wasn't everywhere, I was just over here!"
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