Orange, Green and Red

My first 3 days in college was really crucial..
It’s been a month.
Until I finally realized that I have to wake up early for my first day.

Teenager scare
The confusion that hunts me. I don’t know what to wear and even how to begin. It is like I’ve been starting again from scratch. Finding a new way to meet new set of people. So they are.

Orange
This color is my first blue. I do panic. I traveled from the first building. I attended my first class. I saw the students seated promptly. I accepted those questionable looks in front as I entered that four-walled classroom. I introduced myself confidently. I almost sing my own praise’s way back in high school days. And then, I take my sit.

I checked my schedule. The atmosphere was awful. I attended a 9:00 am class. I am definitely in a wrong class. Too late.
I almost hide my face when I knew where am I at.

Green
Second day of my freshmen nightmare. I am definitely warmed by the sun’s heat. It’s our history class. I almost taught that I couldn’t be on time, because of the assembly held inside the university premises. It’s Independence Day. I’ am alone, definitely independent.

“History is defined as written past events”, our historian professor stopped talking after she uttered those lines. The crowd was really silent; all you could hear was the unfixed ceiling fan. She didn’t allow us to take some notes. The only written word that time in was HISTORY, nothing more, nothing less.

I raised my left sweating hand.
I answered the five minute hanging question

Psychology class
The man standing so tall in front was indeed a bubbly professor. He became the talk of the gals during their vacant time. So am I.

Computer 101
Our professor was not around. A student started the thing called getting to know you game. I am not at ease at this point. They asked me the physical features that catch their just curious minds. I answered honestly but somehow blankly.


Red
Hue speaks its hotness. I don’t feel good. My head started to feel so heavy. I tried to mingle to my fellow classmate. I relaxed for a while as I tried to take a nap. Our professor wasn’t around. I am happy to know the news, really.
“You can do better than that, don’t think that call-center would be your fallback”, our English professor advised to us. It triggered my innocent mind. She let us expressed our own expectations and our reason why we were there taking up education as our field of profession.

Still the nerves hurt.
I can’t go home.

Filipino subject made me laugh so hard at the top of my voice. I was elected as the class secretary. I stay in front , my writings were ridiculous. I can’t stand upright and definitely I’m absent minded The rest as they say was history.

College Algebra roars
My not-so-favorite subject at all time. I’m definitely sick.
He gave us the syllabus (the only professor who , I thought was prepared), he wasn’t certain about his schedule. But at least he was there in front of us, just to give us a talk.

A minute later.
“You may fix yourselves” and that makes me take a nap to my armchair.

“What happened”, he said.
And I urgently raised my aching head to catch his attention. And then I smiled.

At the rest room. I almost thanked my companion.
I urgently occupied a vacant cubicle. I vomited, but it still hurts. A minute that I was there inside the cubicle; I really want to go home.

I’m hungry to go home. The suns ray put me to calvary as I walked with those dreadful look. The way I’m walking seems to be the longest road I’ve taken.

At the end of the day,
I finally composed myself.
I do make a recap.
I uttered three words...

“What a day!”

I even congratulated myself for being firm to let the hour passed me by just to finished the class hour. That was how I value time for schooling.

My ordinary day that turned out to be challenging for me.