It was the dusk of May 1981, I was sitting on the bench in a school building hallway, waiting for my driver to come. I’ve been there for almost an hour. I told Manong Carpio that he should come on time. My last class would end at exactly 7:30 in the evening but he was still not here. I wondered where he went this time. My father scolded him the other week because he was late and now, he did it again. And what bothered me so much was, I’m the only student left here. The students, staff and teachers go home already because the management announced earlier the cancellation of classes due to an urgent meeting of the board of directors.
I went to the telephone booth, I dialed my father's pager number and lent my message to the operator. I took a deep sigh as I walked towards the chair where I
