Gunita [EDITING]

veinticuatro

I was pacing back and forth at an empty hallway inside the library habang nagre-review para sa Anaphy—it was harder to study since they weren't jived together kaya imbes na Anaphy lang talaga ang inaalala ko, I had to take a re-route and go to Ana+Phy. God, I'm still infuriated sa Anaphy subject ko when I was still in MedTech kaya naiirita rin ako habang nagre-review ngayon. Imagine, I'd get the perfect scores every time but I still got an unreasonable grade from my professor, samantalang 'yung kaklase kong puro pa-gwapo pero bagsak naman lagi sa quizzes, uno?!

And they all tell me I get everything just because I'm the Vice President's granddaughter? Screw them.

Just thinking about it makes me irritated. Grabe. I ranted about that for a whole week—even cried over it! I didn't deserve that 1.75, jusko naman. Sometimes, professors can be really unfair with their students. I knew I deserved higher than that kahit sinasabi nila na okay lang naman 'yung naging grade ko. Hindi na rin naman ako makapagreklamo dahil sabi ng isa kong professor, kapag pinalitan ang grade ng isa, kailangan palitan lahat.

I just had to get that Summa to slap that professor. The biggest yikes I had, ever.

Really.

If you know you're better than that, and you deserve more than that then it's okay. Because you know yourself far better than anyone.

"Frontal, Sphenoid, Ethmoid..." I was pointing the parts as I whisper them to myself. I won't deny that I'm good in memorization—it was probably my sole weapon during my pre-medschool days which really worked for me, I guess. But, the medical field, for all honesty, isn't just about how good your memory works—you have to really work on it. Sure, it makes you survive, but at the end of the day what really matters the most is how you'd work in your environment.

Really. You can't save your patient on the deathbed if you only rely on your memory and not on your skills. Being smart would suck big time if you don't know how to empathize.

When I felt like I was okay with all the terms already, dumiretso na'ko sa table para mag-ayos ng gamit. Uno said he'd wait for me at the cafeteria and then we'll eat somewhere since cafeteria food always tasted bland. I even insisted na sa may malapit na lang ng condo niya kami kumain since alas sais pa ang klase niya, but he said he didn't want me to put all efforts since he knows how fucked up Medschool is—as if Law school wasn't, either.

"Couldn't wait, by the way." And if it wasn't too cliché—everything almost seemed to slow down when I heard Uno's voice. Mabilis akong napatungo para tignan kung totoo ba talaga—God, he was smiling so nicely that it just made me smile, too. "Ako na magbitbit niyang libro mo."

I shook my head, "May bitbit ka ring libro. I can do it. No need to baby me," I said, pointing at the codals he was holding.

"Compared to these codals, yours are heavier," he said, snatching my books from my hand—wala na rin akong nagawa dahil mabilis na siyang naglakad—but then he stopped and looked at me.

Then he reached for my hand.

Holy shit.

What the fuck, Uno Sanchez.

"There, better," he said, intertwining our fingers together. "Sorry. I couldn't wait anymore longer."

"With what? The label?"

He laughed, "I don't actually need labels, Brandi. I don't really, really care about it. What matters most is that I like you. That'd come, too."