Starfishes on Rainy Days On a rainy day you're sitting on a corner of the corridor, the 1 pm Engl ish class about

to start. The chicken sandwich you've bought for lunch lies on t he floor,half-consumed, waiting to disappear to fill up the stomach. It's still a hour and a half before your English Class; you have nothing to do except thinking why you've preferred long breaks in the first place. Oh, you've forgot. You still have essays to read. Migraine, dogs, formaldehyde and g eeks. Joan Didion,Randy David,Goerge Orwell and Jessica Zafra. You're used in fa cing these papers,the long essays being the center of every discussion you have in essay writing. For half an hour the mind goes to a certain level of mental anesthetic, an event when your focus on the readings as if you're inside the events narrated between the words. It's just like being immersed in front of 3D Television watc hing an episode about health,animal rights,politics or personal anecdotes. Fifteen minutes passed. The small run-off bag you often use seems to be cluttered. The two compartments are filled with anything and everything-a blue u mbrella,rarely used due to lack of rains,eyeglasses,a bottle of water,notebooks, pens and folded paper you use in origami folding in Math 1.Your notes mix up wit h all the trash in the bag so instinct tells you to reorganize-clear fillers of doodles made during boring classes,arrange note cards,throw old forms and brochu res. But time seems to get too slow,as if you lie inside time machine,a mess wit h no way of escaping. Get the phone-5 messages received, it announces. Boyfriend says his gree tings to you. High School classmate informs you how her day went. Mom asks you t o clean the house when you go home. You preferred to answer none except boyfrien d's,aware of the responsibility you have being his other half. Then your fellow classmate came,with his black tee and jeans,fitting his muscular build. Take tim e to play the guessing game you always play at free moments. Hmm...is this guy a freshie? You're not sure. Is he straight,gay(or in new gay lingo,Bekimon) or a bi? Now you're drooling and salivating about him,fantasizing on whether you'll h ave the chance to play with him after a few bottles of beer. Oh,not a chance. Fr om his looks it seems he went round and round in Pleasureville already. Basyang's wrath hasn't subsided and the rain now starts to pour. Maybe i t's God's way to be emo with all the tragedies happening in the world that he cr eated. Raindrops keep falling on the window,the temperature falls a bit,and your crush is still there enjoying music from his MP3 Player. Now the photographic s elf striked. Take the chinaphone out of the pocket,take some shots. Reserve it f or blogging later. Now the sleepy self has activated. Go slow,sit beside the hottie guy,cre ate that emo pose. Then sleep your way to Dreamland. The wide corridor is slowly filled with all kinds of people. You woke up with the chatting sounds echoing on the passageway. Chinese-blood guy came with his pimply friend. Good boy Atenean is also there with some high school classma tes. Sporty girl with curly hair sits beside you,and frustrated Engineering whiz starts a chat about Math 17. Well...great!You're going back into reality. The rains have subsided. English class is about to start. Get ready for discussion.Watch hottie guy leave with his leather bag. It's 2:30.The instructor arrives. Everyone greets her a great afternoon. Good thing one of you classmate s,now busy for his 2nd degree, goes on his demo of some awesome software. Now th e discussion officially starts. Raise you hand,be confident. Get the answers rig ht. Share any idea that comes to mind. There's no sense to be wallflower in a cl ass of awesome people. You've escaped the time machine. Time flied so fast. How you've wished t his class goes slow, just like Math 1 that you despise. But hey,you're dismissed ,as the instructor declared. Go home,have some sleep. Wednesday's PE class is at 7.