Money or Him?

The Girl That Loves Money (Part 2)

Mondays were never fun, especially when it was Professor Baldy’s class. He was a middle-age man with a sturdy body and bald shiny head. Everyone in the campus, even the other professors and the staffs, I’ve heard them gossiped in the corridor before, called him Professor Baldy, without him knowing of course. His class was difficult and full of traps, you’d never know which material would come out in the exam. He also didn’t tolerate any absence. Legend was always spread to the new students where there was once a student who was late for one minute and well… he had to see Professor Baldy again next year.

            I nibbled on my pen, trying to understand what the professor was talking about. Oh God, what was he talking about? Frustrated, I clenched my hair while writing anything that I heard on my notes, trying to salvage even an ounce of information.

            It seemed that I need to go to the library today.

            “My head hurts..”

            I looked at my best friend in sympathy. She put her head on the table, empty paper sprawled all over the table, throwing every fake seriousness away after the professor left the room.

            “I hate structural design class.”

            While she banged her head repeatedly on the table, I was casting apologetic looks towards the person sitting beside the fool that was my best friend.

            “Just why did I choose this major again…?”

            She wailed.

            “That is exactly what crosses my mind every day.”

            I answered her in pity. Oh, how I wished to go back to my high school self and slapped myself awake.

            “Did you get any notes on that?”

            She looked at me in hope. I ruined it in a dash. “Nope.”

            Let’s just say after we went out of the classroom, her forehead was still red from excessive banging. Walking towards the cafeteria, we argued about the summer vacation that was just around the corner. I’ve always spent my summer vacation working, looking for some extra cash, while my best friend was always trying to pull me on a trip, including this time.

            “Three days two night. Let’s go to the resort on the mountain.” She bargained.

            “No, I really need to stock up on funds, who knows what kind of project we will have after summer vacation.”

            I refused to budge on this matter. Books and materials for building maquette weren’t cheap after all.  

            “Come on! We’ve never been on a trip after entering college.. Let’s go on a really low-priced trip!”

            Well, that’s true. I didn’t really have time juggling all the school works, part-timing jobs and hanging out with her.

            “It’s been a long time since Grandma Gigi went on a trip too.” She finished it off, truly knowing my weak point. I groaned.

            “Two days one night. But we leave in the evening after I finish my part-time.” I relented.

            “Okay! Hmm.. Should we go on a camping? We already have the tent and other cooking utensils, so we can save a lot.” She suggested.

            Hearing that, I nodded and agreed, feeling warm inside my heart listening to her listing off foods that we would bring and extra things that would make Grandma Gigi comfortable. Although she was annoying and crazy, my best friend would always think of me and my grandma. Always trying not to hurt my pride by offering to pay and instead thought of a way to indulge my parsimonious behavior.

            “Hey, are you listening? If you forgot to bring it, you’d need to buy it on the camping spot and it’ll be more expensive you know.” She glared, realizing that my mind had wandered off.

            “The summer vacation is still long way to go. Even if you tell me now, my brain will have erased it by the time I really need to buy it.” I rolled my eyes.

            “Stupid.” She started.

            “Pig.”

            “I’ll have you know that I’m not the chubby girl I used to be, you dork.” She puffed her chest, looking proud.

            “I’m referring to your snoring noises when you are asleep, not your weight.”

            “I do not snore!”

            I smirked, flicked my long hair and opened my mouth to finish off this stupid argument.

            “How do you know? You are asleep.”

            She fumed.

            “I just know! And even if I do what’s wrong with snoring!”

            I laughed, leaving her fuming behind.