on nightmares and scares

The last thing I remember was me trying to get my much deserved sleep after Finals week that got me the zit I now have on my forehead. And so let me tell you about my dream..

I suddenly found myself walking thru the halls of La Salle Building, while finding the room that took forever to be discovered. ACTBAS1 course card distribution: the day Accounting Majors either love most or otherwise. The room was jampacked and I could feel the heartbeat and nervousness of every single soul in that classroom that seemed like 3000 degree hot oven. Everyone was trying to hide how scared he or she is while joking around, making plans for the rest of the sembreak, and saying the perfect and over-used line of consolation: "I'm going to shift anyways.". And then silence took over the halls that was like a market just a few seconds ago. She held the course cards on her right hand and a bunch of yellow sheets on the other. We all followed her peremptorily. She started calling names and then my mind went blank.

The next thing I found myself doing was staring in frustration and disappointment at a white, rectangular piece of paper that had my doleful grade on.

A few hours ago I got this dejavu.

Time for a much needed reality-check. Wake up, Angela, wake up.