Like Emil, I never like running.
A while ago, I had to sign papers for the flame. I was late from my appointment with sir cuarts so form our house I ran and dashed off like a mad man.
I kept on cursing on the way to school. Damn. I realized I did look foolish while running. Whenever I move, I could imagine how I looked like—with unruly hair, sweat dripping, and glasses that kept on sliding.
My shin hurt so much, add to the fact that I had cramps the other day.
Panting like a hound dog, I faced sir cuarts like I was the most beautiful AB student he’s ever seen. I didn’t care if I looked stupid. What was important was his signature!
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So this is how it feels like to be an Assoc Ed., huh? Jen Ows, our EIC told me that she plays the role of a papa, ergo I am her mama.
Never did I realized that being an EB require me to run errands around—to take care for letters , the well-being of my co-writers… if these are my tasks, then I would gladly resign from office.
I would be satisfied to play the part of a plain writer—after doing the legwork and beating the deadline—voila! My role is done. But no, I was given a major, major part to hold the flame from falling apart.
The school year hasn’t started yet so I still have time to demote myself as a humble writer, but hell no, I won’t run again. *wink, wink*
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It was exactly a year ago when series of events happened to me. I chanced, no make that, met a friend, things turned out fine, but I ran away, too far. When I realized my idiocy, he was miles away, and I could not catch up…
Tomorrow is the first death anniversary of my lolo…
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