I’ll share a story, about a memory a few months back.
It was during the 2nd semester of my first year in college. I was a transferee from a school an island away from home. My parents decided to convince me to transfer from a University in Cebu to a Business School in Tacloban so i can spend my weekends with them. I am taking up BS Accountancy and my subjects from both schools don’t really have that much difference.
My first month in my new school is kinda boring. I don’t really make new friends. I always go only with my high school friend who is also studying in the same school as mine or sometimes, alone. Strangers, strangers, that is all i see. Strangers in the hallway, strangers in the classroom, strangers everywhere at school!
But, there was this stranger i saw at school, it was around 5:30 of one Thursday afternoon. He was tall, taller than me. He was wearing the school uniform while i don’t which means he belongs to the upperclassmen. Chinky eyes and white complexion, looks mysterious in every way. He was with a friend or two, standing near the room of my next subject. I looked at him with a look of a stranger, then he looked at me and i looked away. I walked alone.
I entered the room of my next subject and seated a chair away from the front door. Few minutes later, i felt like someone is looking at me. So i looked straight through the door and i saw the same stranger, still standing where he stood. Eye-to-eye, we looked at each other, then i, again, looked away.
After the class, i went outside, of course my classmates too, for it is time to go home. He was still there, standing where he stood, with his friends.
It happened over and over for two weeks, twice a week, same days and time of the week – Tuesdays and Thursdays. That i, get to look forward to seeing this stranger over and over every time. Always outside our classroom door. He’s so mysterious that I always wonder who he is and what was he doing there, or who was he waiting for. But of course i’m not the desperate kind of girl who just asks any stranger. So i just stayed calm and quite, and patient.
But, i noticed that i already took the subject that time from my first University, so i decided to Officially Drop it since it was still under the adding and dropping period. And that, there and then, i didn’t have more chances to get to see or know that stranger. That was the last time i saw him, the mysterious college guy. He will forever be a part of my-early-years-in-college memories though. Who knows? Maybe one day, our paths will cross again, right? 🙂