Ending with a Smile and a Frown

“What a relief! No more English and Lit. classes.” This was the first thing that came into my mind upon finishing the Lit final exam. I felt like there was something that was lifted off my back and it felt great. I walked to the dorm with a smile on my tired face. I was absolutely ready to face what is in store for me as a sophomore.

Upon reaching the dorm, I immediately cleaned up my place and gathered all the papers and notebooks scattered on my bed and on my table. When I was fixing all the materials in English and Lit, the first thing that caught my eyes was the bundle of papers of some of the group work done in class. I looked through the papers and examined the people I worked with for the past two sems. I just smiled while looking through them but eventually that smile disappeared.

I prefer not to smile not because the scores of the papers were getting bad but because I am not going to work with those people anymore. Maybe I still can but I think that it will never be the same experience. As I looked through the papers, I tried to remember how we introduced ourselves to each other during the first day of classes and how we started to chat, tell jokes and laugh. I smiled as I remembered how I became close with some of my English block mates. However, as I folded the papers and kept them in a box, I can’t avoid to frown. I will certainly miss those guys.

Then I moved on with my cleaning and gathered my drafts and papers. As what I’ve did with the others, I also looked through the marks done by the teachers on my papers. I was slightly ashamed for the mistakes I did on some of my drafts. As I went through the reading of my teacher’s comments, I remembered how they disagreed with the class transferring to the third floor because of some injured guy. I, for myself, was pissed since I still have to go up the third floor and stay in a warm room. When that injured guy was already able to walk, my Lit teacher requested that we go back to the air-conditioned ctc 102 even if the sem is already about to end. It was good news. That proves how we love that weird-smelling room.

As I kept those drafts, I felt lucky for having them as my teachers. I certainly learned a lot not like the disappointing teacher I had during the first sem. They made the classes fun but boring sessions were unavoidable. They made my second sem englit classes memorable. And one more thing, they’re cool teachers. (I am expressing nothing but the truth. Promise!)

My englit experience will never be complete without my english group mates. They’re the best even though they bully me every single englit class. I think it started last January and since then their teasing never stopped. It is sad that I won’t be able to work with them now. How fast time flies.

Every englit class is always spent with laughter. Maybe it is due to the people comprising R49 or maybe the kind of interaction that these people make. Whatever it may be, I will certainly miss them and the atmosphere the class makes. It is sad that there will no longer be R49 classes in that weird-smelling ctc 102. Goodbye and I am hoping that we be block mates again in the future.    

I closed the box and placed it in a corner. I smiled and wiped my sweat in the forehed as I sat in relief. I am done with my cleaning, I am done with englit. I smiled on the outside but frowned on the inside for I am facing a new start and ending a good part.