“Miss Lemuel! Come, have a seat with us.” I smiled timidly when Sir Gregory welcomed me to their headquarters that evening.
It was already around 6 pm, and it was already dark outside. Students were also starting to head out of the campus, yet here I am, still having an org meeting with the Campus Journals. I was already invited last year, but I declined it due to a conflict of schedule with the Student Council. I didn’t even tell mom about that offer because I know she will push me to take it, just like how she made me do this. Gosh,
I heaved a sigh and nodded my head before walking towards the empty seat in front. The chairs' setting was in horseshoe position, so it was like a conference table except that it’s not totally oblong, but a ‘u’ shaped table. Sir Gregory was standing right in front of us.
It’s Sunday, and I’ve been bombarding my head with all the facts that I will need for my article. The team’s deadline will be by the end of the week since it will still go through a lot of readings for this article to be perfect. It is my name that they will put in the issue, and of course, I don’t want to mess this up.I sighed and stared at my iPad blankly. The readings are beside the iPad. I was already half the file that I was required to get through, and my head is still not functioning. Gosh. I’ve been staring at the blank document for the draft, but my hands couldn’t just type a thing.Now, this is what I was avoiding. I really don’t like the topic. Sure at some point, it’s interesting, but then it’s really not just my thing. However, I cannot just pull it out because I already made a commitment. Oh, Felice. What is happening with your life? Gosh. I took another deep breath and straightened on my seat. I grab
I bit my lip as I patiently wait for Sir Gregory’s email. I was still on my bed that Monday morning when I received his email that he’s currently reviewing my drafts. It’s a holiday today, so I won’t go to school. I even thought I would be spending the whole day sleeping, but then it turns out that I will be waiting or editing for that draft.Oh god, I don’t even know why I am so nervous! This is making me crazy! I hate waiting!I let out a deep sigh as I leaned my back on the headboard. I got a pillow and placed it on my lap. Then I placed my laptop on top of it. There wasn’t any other tab open except for my email. I kept on refreshing it ever five minutes just to check if Sir Greg has replied to me already, but I just kept on disappointing myself because there aren’t replies yet.Now, my anxiousness is getting stronger! Oh, gosh.I heaved a sigh and t
I once heaved a sigh when I finally got out of our car. “Bye, mom!” I waved at Mommy. She just gave me a smile and a nod. I sighed and went inside the campus already. I tapped my ID and then walked through the campus corridors. I checked my wristwatch for the time. It was already 9 AM and my first class today will start at 10 AM, but I needed to be at the student council room at 9:30 because I will ha a meeting with Sir Greg. That was what he emailed me yesterday. At first, I thought it was about my drafts and I was so freaking nervous, but then he said that he just needed to meet me because he wants to ask some questions about the student council. I took a deep breath as I turn to the student council building. I am not sure if he’s there already. Gosh, I feel like my chest is going to burst as I approached the student council room. I really hate this uncomfortable feeling! It makes
I stared at the pile of papers on my table. Great. I heaved a sigh and got a paper to start what I needed to do. It’s already eleven in the morning and my next class is still at two in the afternoon. These papers are the students’ list of suggestions for our college days. These are from each of the department, and I need to sort this out before the college days. I don’t even know why we’re doing this. I mean this whole suggestion thing, and I just don’t get why I need to reconsider this if we already have the past recommendations of the students last year. Gosh.I shook my head and scrolled through the papers. As much as possible, I tried the fasten my pace because I still need to study for my exam later. I was in the middle of skimming when I heard the door of the Student Council Office opened. I immediately looked at it and I was stunned for a moment when I saw Sir Greg’s head peeking out.I took a deep
Chapter 19 Assignments, reports, student council meetings, school paper meetings, and other academic events. Those are the things that I did that whole week. I never let myself do nothing. I needed to be distracted, and my school work kept me that way. I needed something to focus on because the moment I have time to think or the moment that I’ve got nothing to do, those crazy ideas of liking my instructor always crept into my mind. It’s seriously driving me crazy. Gosh, what the hell is even happening to me? I mean, it’s just been how many months since I met him, and I never really got a chance to have a legit conversation with him in a casual manner. It has always been those random moments. I don’t even remember how or when it really started. My God, Felice. You’re really going crazy!
“All your papers will be my requirements for midterm, so please submit all the lacking papers already, or else I won’t be able to grade you for midterms. Thank you. Class dismissed.” I took a deep breath and massaged my temple again as I watched all the papers that Mr. Smith requires us for midterms. Gosh, I didn’t even notice that it’s gonna be midterm week the following week. That means that I’ll be busier than ever since after that week there will be the Acquaintance Party that the Student Council will be spearheading. I sighed. I quickly gathered my things and when my block mates left, I stood up and went out. I was holding the strap of my shoulder bag and my head was bowed down when I heard someone calling me. I stopped on my tracks and looked back
Weird. It was freaking weird. The way he looked at me and said those words were super weird. I know it wasn’t for him, but for me, damn it. I hate this! I don’t know if this was because I have feelings for him, that’s why I’m putting meaning in everything that he does or there was really a meaning to it. I bit my lip hard as I buried my face on my pillow. I glanced at the digital clock on my bedside table. Damn it, it’s already past eleven and I badly need to sleep. For god’s sake I still have an exam tomorrow! This is so freaking frustrating! I shook my head hard and rolled around my bed. I did all of the possible ways that I could think to be tired so I could sleep, but to no avail, I just couldn’t. I drew in a deep sigh and just stared at the ceiling. This is seriously getting out of hand. I am so distracted and I feel like any moment now, I would ju
Chocolates. Different kinds of chocolates. That was the inside of the box. I was still staring at it. When I entered my room earlier, I didn’t know what to say and what to do. Now, who’s really this guy, huh? I mean is he from my school? And gosh, Sir Greg saw it earlier! His reaction! I gasped hard and covered my face with both of my hands. I groaned hard and immediately slumped my back on the bed. I heaved a sigh as I stared at my ceiling. The box of chocolates was still beside me. I glanced at the box again. I bit lip and slowly reached for it. I stared at it for some moment. I haven’t eaten anything even though thess chocolates were my favorites. I sighed and checked each of its kind. I was in that position when a knock came at my door. I almost jumped in shock. I closed my eyes hard before sitting down on my bed.