Why did it take them ‘ten years’ before they let us go, before we were able to enjoy the current of the flood in the road in front Lorenzo? Why, o tell my why? (This is an idiomatic statement)

            Well, the story of this entry shall be about the suspension story of the classes, our classes…of how we struggle and fought for freedom. (How patriotic, but nah, this isn’t about our country) 

            The day started with a rosary crusade because it is the Assumption of Mary. While doing so, it’s already raining outside. Then followed by classes, and the rain poured harder. During Math time, different reports/updates telling that classes in NCR are suspended already. That was also the start of cellphones being visible…and not confiscated. Then recess came and I wasn’t able to eat because of the fiasco outside. Mrs. Diolata was already announcing different names that she will end with the phrase: “Please come down, your fetcher is already here.” (I heard her said “Sir Arroyo, please come down.” Then it was blurry.)

 Picture while everything is in chaos.

            Some was fetched, but a lot remained (come on, we are certified gate-pass users) so we need to wait until twelve o’clock. Then I waited, and waited while listening to Mrs. Diolata’s voice in harmony with the rain. The twelve o’clock bell rang, and we ran outside. I was able to watch “Wowowee!” 

            This story tackles a moral that our generation’s instinct and gut feeling is strong, so strong it’s close to reality (well, almost). Alternatively, maybe it tells how true that we are encouraging suspension of classes. Ooooh baby it’s raining, raining.

            With the rain, I’m having a hard time stabilizing my emotions or moods. I’m easily irritated by the activities done, by the people around me, and even by the slightest fault of my internet connection. I guess I’m just sleepy. 

            Anyways, Kokey is scary now. I like it (him, I think, is not applicable) more before, when I was small. Come on, won’t you agree with me?