it was one of the best days in my life as I might say, getting away with some tedious work, seeing my ever admired man, reciting in class after a long week of being neglected whenever I raise my hand and other more amazing things. But the best part of it was when my professor told a story that happened only a few days ago.
our topic that afternoon was pain management and we had 20 mins break after 3 long hours. But when I was about to get back into our room, one of my blockmates said that we are moving to another room. So I got my bag and went up to 4th floor (in another building) and we had a small talk with our prof. which happens to have a third eye.
She said it happened last week, an ordinary friday with a not so ordinary schedule (like “we” usually have). She was also teaching pain management to another block of white uniformed students and it was her first time to enter that class since school just started.
There was nothing weird about that class, she recalled, “everything was real to me. I looked at the seat plan and saw some familiar faces (old students from nutrition class last summer), I don’t usually call the students one by one just to see if their present because for me that is a waste of time. I just base the attendance when they pass their papers in the quizzes”.
As she was teaching how pain messages travel through the human body, she noticed a girl in white(just like everybody else) with the same hair like the other girls, a typical student at that fact, but this girl never talk to anyone. Our prof was not surprised as she thought that maybe she is a transferee without any friends in that class. But after 3 hours of teaching and giving a break to the students, the “girl” was still there, still sitting and not talking. When the other students got back from eating, they started the discussion again but what made my prof bewildered was that after four hours of not moving, the “girl” suddenly left in the middle of class and left the room, the catch? she didn’t open the door. My prof couldn’t say a word, she tried to continue with what she was discussing before that incident but there was no hope, she would get lost, say a wrong term and even started to stutter, out of fear I guess. She waited for a few minutes hoping that the “girl” will not be back, but she just got disappointed. As she thought that prayers were heard, she appeared again the “girl” but this time she didn’t seat at her chair like she did last time, she just started to walk left and right, like a busy person thinking of what she’s going to do next. after a few minutes, she left the room again with the same act of not opening the other. My prof knew she couldn’t keep it to her class anymore and started to ask the class who among them has a third eye. The fortunately no other people had it, but they confessed that they felt the room was unusually colder when they got back from the break.
at the end of the day… they were all relieved that the class is over and the “thing” that made them shiver does not exist anymore (for good, we hope). Then they just realized, it was one of the superstitiously believed day that most people seem to avoid. That friday was FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH.
after telling that story, everybody in our class had cold hands, they couldn’t believe what they heard. Then just when we were all settled and restarting the schedule again, one of my blockmate just screamed out of nowhere like there was something that scared him at the other side of the glass paneled divider , everybody else reacted, it turns out it was only our other prof fixing her things. after that everybody blurted out a loud laugh.
I had a great time last friday. we also visited our last Editor-in-chief in her house because it was her birthday and she was really surprised to see all of us. After a long week of headache and sleepless nights. I thank HIM for still blessing me with the life I have.
Muggy hands of a tear-jerk 