Did you ever experience, even just for once, to go to school so early in the morning only to realize that the class has been suspended?
I did. Many times. But today was different. It was, dare I say, more special.
I woke up early this morning so that I could go to school early as well. I had to in order for me to prepare for my exam. This is a habit I've got used to over the years, because I just can't study at home and so I had to be at school early to study there.
Waking up was no big deal, it was cold and raining outside but nothing out of the ordinary. I did all my morning stuff, took a shower and brushed my teeth, dressed up and went to school.
Now this is where things get a little bit more exciting. It was raining really bad and I had a hunch that classes would be suspended but I won't take that chance in case classes don't get suspended and I would be so unprepared for my exam. So I went outside in the pouring rain with all I needed for the day with me.
It was still dark when I left the house. I was holding my umbrella so tightly so as not to get wet whatsoever. I was wearing a tee, jeans, a pair of sneakers and a jacket. (Not my usual attire of tee, shorts and flip flops). I was on the back of the trike this morning and it rain was not stopping. I was getting wet in all the wrong places and it sucks big time. This is the reason why I hate rainy days, I thought to myself.
After that I took a jeep and then another one to take me to the LRT Monument station. This is the best part. When that last jeep made its halt to allow the passengers to leave the vehicle, everyone was hesitating. They don't want to go down because, it was flooded like crazy.
The water was unbelievable. But we had to go down. The vehicle can't be there forever. i mean, the rain's not stopping and obviously, the flooding wouldn't either. The passengers, though very half-heartedly, left the vehicle (because they had to). I was one of them.
Of all the days I had to wear jeans and sneakers, why today?
I'm just thankful I had a pair of flip-flops inside my bag, so I ran to the nearest place with a roof I could find and there, right where people could see me and the rain is pouring non stop, I dropped the flip flops, took my sneakers off, and stepped into those open-toed rubbers. I folded my jeans as high as it would go, grabbed my umbrella bag, put the shoes and the socks inside some plastic and inside the bag and lunged into the pool of water in front of me.
I really thought that I only had to do it just there because I was thinking that when I get to the place where there were houses, the flood would be gone. (you see, I had to walk like 5 minutes before getting to the actual station. It was quite a long walk). I was wrong.
After walking like three blocks with my ankles submerged underwater, I realy thoguht the end (of the disgusting suffering) was near, but no. More floods along the way. I tried to take other ways, you know, detours and stuff, but everywhere I go, everywhere I look, I see water. So I thought, this is the best I got.
I took the path that I usually take, it's flooded everywhere, might as well take the shortest way right? And besides, I wasn't alone with this. There were other people there with me struggling to find ways on how they could avoid the flood which, unfortunately, unavoidable. There were people going to work, to school and the others maybe going home or somewhere else.
I really feel for the other students like me, specially the ones with uniforms and most importantly, those who are taking up nursing wearing their very white outfits. I mean come on, they're in a far worse case than me.
Think about how they are going to manage to get to shool still looking all clean and nurse like huh? They won't. They would look like crap, with all the dirt clingin onto their clothes and their stockings.
This is funny, I saw this one girl walking with me and all the other people around us, I think she's from St. Scholastica. Anyway, she was walking on the flooded path ON HEELS!!!
I was all like "Go girl!!". If you're gonna do the runway, that's the best place to rehearse, on wet grounds.
Now I thought the worse was over, but nooooo. After that long, narrow, flooded path, I was on Rizal Avenue at the LRT station. Yipee! I did it. I'm here. I should be happy right? But how can I be happy when I still need to go to the other side of the road because that's where the LRT is boarding and the road I'm crossing is...(you guessed it!) flooded as well. And mind you, it was no ordinary flood, it was almost under my knees. Granted I'm short and all, still the water level is relatively high compared to the ones I had before.
There is no way I'm gonna cross that. But then, how am I gonna get to the other side if I don't? I had to. And I did. I laughed. Laughed at myself. Laughed at the situation. I couldn't do anything about it, I had no control over it, what's the point in whining? So, with all the guts in me, I did. No big deal anyway, it's just water. (but then it's disgusting). I crossed the road with half legs submerged and then stopped and stepped back, a jeep suddenly drove past me and almost splashed me with the water my legs are in.
I looked around, and saw this one guy, barefoot, crossing the road wearing slacks folded high, a long sleeved shirt, a coat and a tie holding his umbrella on one hand and his shoes on the other. (O diba? San ka pa?)
Sobrang laugh trip na. I was enjoying everything. Sayang lang, I didn't have a camera with me to get a shot of the whole experience. I never even thought about using my cellphone to take during that time. It would have been fun having a photo shoot during a crisis like that right? Sayang talaga.
I know what you're thinking. You think I'm crazy for even getting the idea of having a photo shoot in the middle of a flooded road. Why not? I mean, it's like a once in a lifetime experience (that I hope will never happen again) that requires proper documentation. It's something you'll never forget because of its extremity.
Anyway, when I got to the other side I was so happy and went straight to a mini-stop. I bought myself some coffee, a pack of tissue and a bottle of alcohol (isopropyl). I grabbed a seat, placed all my things down and went into business. The business of cleaning up. I literally showered myself with alcohol. Using my newly refilled alcohol spray bottle, I prayed it all over my feet and legs making sure that every part of it was covered with alcohol, grabbed some tissue and wiped it clean, i sprayed it again and wiped. I did this for five time just to make sure that everything was clean and disinfected then went on cleaning my hands and arms.
Being the anal person that I am, I just had to clean myself up. The water really is disgusting. I then got myself into the LRT called some people to ask if there is still class that by then didn't respond, I got out the train upon reaching Vito Cruz. When I went down, I got the news that there were no classes. I went back to the train, heading towards EDSA this time (I'm not going back to that watery place again) to take the MRT. Then al the texts came in announcing the suspension of classes.
Wow, announcements are very useful these days. I just wish they come on time.
After everything that's happen, I'm still happy. It was quite an adventure. The only thing I hate is that, I went through all those trouble for nothing.
I did. Many times. But today was different. It was, dare I say, more special.
I woke up early this morning so that I could go to school early as well. I had to in order for me to prepare for my exam. This is a habit I've got used to over the years, because I just can't study at home and so I had to be at school early to study there.
Waking up was no big deal, it was cold and raining outside but nothing out of the ordinary. I did all my morning stuff, took a shower and brushed my teeth, dressed up and went to school.
Now this is where things get a little bit more exciting. It was raining really bad and I had a hunch that classes would be suspended but I won't take that chance in case classes don't get suspended and I would be so unprepared for my exam. So I went outside in the pouring rain with all I needed for the day with me.
It was still dark when I left the house. I was holding my umbrella so tightly so as not to get wet whatsoever. I was wearing a tee, jeans, a pair of sneakers and a jacket. (Not my usual attire of tee, shorts and flip flops). I was on the back of the trike this morning and it rain was not stopping. I was getting wet in all the wrong places and it sucks big time. This is the reason why I hate rainy days, I thought to myself.
After that I took a jeep and then another one to take me to the LRT Monument station. This is the best part. When that last jeep made its halt to allow the passengers to leave the vehicle, everyone was hesitating. They don't want to go down because, it was flooded like crazy.
The water was unbelievable. But we had to go down. The vehicle can't be there forever. i mean, the rain's not stopping and obviously, the flooding wouldn't either. The passengers, though very half-heartedly, left the vehicle (because they had to). I was one of them.
Of all the days I had to wear jeans and sneakers, why today?
I'm just thankful I had a pair of flip-flops inside my bag, so I ran to the nearest place with a roof I could find and there, right where people could see me and the rain is pouring non stop, I dropped the flip flops, took my sneakers off, and stepped into those open-toed rubbers. I folded my jeans as high as it would go, grabbed my umbrella bag, put the shoes and the socks inside some plastic and inside the bag and lunged into the pool of water in front of me.
I really thought that I only had to do it just there because I was thinking that when I get to the place where there were houses, the flood would be gone. (you see, I had to walk like 5 minutes before getting to the actual station. It was quite a long walk). I was wrong.
After walking like three blocks with my ankles submerged underwater, I realy thoguht the end (of the disgusting suffering) was near, but no. More floods along the way. I tried to take other ways, you know, detours and stuff, but everywhere I go, everywhere I look, I see water. So I thought, this is the best I got.
I took the path that I usually take, it's flooded everywhere, might as well take the shortest way right? And besides, I wasn't alone with this. There were other people there with me struggling to find ways on how they could avoid the flood which, unfortunately, unavoidable. There were people going to work, to school and the others maybe going home or somewhere else.
I really feel for the other students like me, specially the ones with uniforms and most importantly, those who are taking up nursing wearing their very white outfits. I mean come on, they're in a far worse case than me.
Think about how they are going to manage to get to shool still looking all clean and nurse like huh? They won't. They would look like crap, with all the dirt clingin onto their clothes and their stockings.
This is funny, I saw this one girl walking with me and all the other people around us, I think she's from St. Scholastica. Anyway, she was walking on the flooded path ON HEELS!!!
I was all like "Go girl!!". If you're gonna do the runway, that's the best place to rehearse, on wet grounds.
Now I thought the worse was over, but nooooo. After that long, narrow, flooded path, I was on Rizal Avenue at the LRT station. Yipee! I did it. I'm here. I should be happy right? But how can I be happy when I still need to go to the other side of the road because that's where the LRT is boarding and the road I'm crossing is...(you guessed it!) flooded as well. And mind you, it was no ordinary flood, it was almost under my knees. Granted I'm short and all, still the water level is relatively high compared to the ones I had before.
There is no way I'm gonna cross that. But then, how am I gonna get to the other side if I don't? I had to. And I did. I laughed. Laughed at myself. Laughed at the situation. I couldn't do anything about it, I had no control over it, what's the point in whining? So, with all the guts in me, I did. No big deal anyway, it's just water. (but then it's disgusting). I crossed the road with half legs submerged and then stopped and stepped back, a jeep suddenly drove past me and almost splashed me with the water my legs are in.
I looked around, and saw this one guy, barefoot, crossing the road wearing slacks folded high, a long sleeved shirt, a coat and a tie holding his umbrella on one hand and his shoes on the other. (O diba? San ka pa?)
Sobrang laugh trip na. I was enjoying everything. Sayang lang, I didn't have a camera with me to get a shot of the whole experience. I never even thought about using my cellphone to take during that time. It would have been fun having a photo shoot during a crisis like that right? Sayang talaga.
I know what you're thinking. You think I'm crazy for even getting the idea of having a photo shoot in the middle of a flooded road. Why not? I mean, it's like a once in a lifetime experience (that I hope will never happen again) that requires proper documentation. It's something you'll never forget because of its extremity.
Anyway, when I got to the other side I was so happy and went straight to a mini-stop. I bought myself some coffee, a pack of tissue and a bottle of alcohol (isopropyl). I grabbed a seat, placed all my things down and went into business. The business of cleaning up. I literally showered myself with alcohol. Using my newly refilled alcohol spray bottle, I prayed it all over my feet and legs making sure that every part of it was covered with alcohol, grabbed some tissue and wiped it clean, i sprayed it again and wiped. I did this for five time just to make sure that everything was clean and disinfected then went on cleaning my hands and arms.
Being the anal person that I am, I just had to clean myself up. The water really is disgusting. I then got myself into the LRT called some people to ask if there is still class that by then didn't respond, I got out the train upon reaching Vito Cruz. When I went down, I got the news that there were no classes. I went back to the train, heading towards EDSA this time (I'm not going back to that watery place again) to take the MRT. Then al the texts came in announcing the suspension of classes.
Wow, announcements are very useful these days. I just wish they come on time.
After everything that's happen, I'm still happy. It was quite an adventure. The only thing I hate is that, I went through all those trouble for nothing.
