Surveying
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"One Large Hot Americano with zero percent sugar, please."
"For whom, sir?"
"uhm, Justine."
"Comin' right up."
It had been a week. A full exhausting week of listening to lectures on computations and a little bit of I don't know from the general subjects. They might not be a help for me, I suppose. I kept on tracking what I was in this long lane towards success, and it would always leave me with a sigh.
"One large hot americano zero percent sug' for Justine."
I grabbed my coffee and walked towards the engineering building. My next class is calculus, just the differential one. I have read books about it since junior high school. I might forget some concepts, but I am sure I know what's happening.
I walked past the door and sat in my favorite spot, the front row, but in the rightmost part. No one usually notices me in that part, so I love staying there. Just minutes after I arrived, flocks of students suddenly banged the room into a real noisy center.
It pains me to utter words in front of people. I hate when they stare at me. I hate small talks and tiny smiles towards me. I disgust other lifeforms noticing my existence. I sincerely love the idea of simply breathing. Don't ever converse with me and we're fine. This had been the scenario for the longest time, and I had no slightest idea of changing it.
"Good afternoon, first years!"
We're still tackling the basics of derivatives. I actually assumed before that these are basic and common sense for us. Maybe it's just me. I don't know, I don't care anymore. Not to boast, but I can solve the 30-item problem set in just 5 minutes. Our professor usually lets us solve them overnight. Such a waste of time.
A series of general subject classes just past by boringly before I grabbed my stuff and ran quietly towards the gate. I booked a taxi going home, actually my unpaid condominium unit.
I let my things fall above my study table and rushed towards the shower room in order to freshen up. I didn't think I got frustrated thinking about which to pick for college only to end up living this boring. Here I am, more mindful of what to eat for dinner than how to finish my problem set and homework. I know they're harder to think about, though.
I just threw into comfortable pajamas and a sando which uneffortlessly flexes my triceps. While drying my hair with my towel, I opened my refrigerator to see what I could make myself for dinner. I saw the pork first, so I quickly grasped it and put it in the sink to defroze.
I did my very short skin care routine. Yes, I do them despite being male. Males deserve healthy skin, too. I cook adobo fast, so I can do other more important things other than plain thinking, though I do great at thinking.
I think I deserve applause with these cooking skills. As the adults usually say, I can finally settle down.
The problem set was too easy, never doubted even for a second. I ticked everything on my to-do list just an hour since I started. I was then left with no choice but to lay down on my soft bed and stare at my ceiling.
Since I am again left here with nothing to do, my subconscious self will again be willing to think.
Despite me being an introvert, I can't deny my observant personality. Tonight, a series of faces flashed into my mind. What do I think about my classmates?
Of course, I don't care about them. Maybe I'm just really observant and judges quickly in my mind.
An intimidating face stole my thoughts. She is Lorraine. She do best at leadership and is very good at public speaking. She's our class representative, and she's good so far.
My brain cells shifted to a face so manly. I look more impressive, though. He does well at solving problems. I sometimes think he had already taken the subject but failed, so he had to retake it. I was wrong, he just pays attention really carefully. Awesome, he deserves praise.
Another good-looking princess flashes. She usually sits in the front-middle part of the class. She does well in all subjects. She knows what she's saying, and she had the best thoughts despite being impromptu. I might do well at that too. I am just too shy to be noticed.
I clapped them in front of my face. I really don't care about any of them. Can I just doze off and forget I ever thought about any of them? I have to have a good night's sleep tonight, so I can come to school fresh and ready despite learning extremely easy concepts on the campus. I don't learn any in school because I already learned about them years ago.
I was about to lose consciousness but my phone buzzed. I punched my bed in frustration. Don't mind me, I overreact all the time. Only when I'm alone, do I overreact.
An email flashed in my notification bar. It was from the NBI. If you don't know that, it's the National Bureau of Investigation. I hate late news, I still have to receive it since I work for them.
It was, as usual, a message, wrapped in a code. Now, instead of calmly sleeping, there's something interesting and worthy of spending time doing.
Decoding is one of my most wholesome hobbies.
This is NBI's message:
e just in,
a rugd drol is no het sole dan she nugis ish treadugh stingyud a greeed ni degetoic grengeinein as shi nortfilen. dfin eht greathud nad lewl do teh sert.
-bin
Silence enveloped my room for a good 5 minutes. I then searched the student list in our group chat and immediately surveyed each enrolled entity one by one. This would require a lot of time and patience, but I can manage. I can manage it spledidly.
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