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A Day Before Valentine


It was a busy day in the office. We had a meeting and we were expecting some visitors coming. I was the most tense of all because I was tasked to meet with them and make a presentation. Whew! What a way to start my life as a mathematics education specialist!


Just before noon, the meeting was over. Goodness, I also was done with the visitors. They were teachers from some Polytechnic College in Malaysia and they wanted to know what are we doing in RECSAM. Sounds like they are spying on us! I just told them what I know and answered their questions.


I was telling them about blind students studying mathematics in the Philippines as a reply to a question about blind mathematics. To my dismay and embarrassment, what he meant about blind mathematics are those students who are low achievers and perform poorly! It left me some few moments to regain my sanity again. I was standing in front of them hoping that the floor would somehow swallow me for the time being and just let go when they were gone. Oh! Life could really be a pun.


After all the hassles, I went to the bank (it was a good 300 m or so from the office). As I had no transport I walked. I made my first bank transfer. As I trodded the same path back, I experienced my first asthma attack in Penang. Good thing, I made it in the office before it could get worse.


It was late at night and I was still in the office. I was trying to finish some few things for the course which will start next week. That could also mean I was passing the time away.


In my emptiness, I made a phone call. Nobody answered. I attempted a second time. Somebody got it but it was not you.


I would like to greet you. But few grim thoughts came to me. Where were you? Are you avoiding me? If that is so, let me know so I know what to do. There would be pains, there would be hurts. But pain is better than holding on to something that is not there anymore.


Love is something I borrowed. I can hold on, I can let go. My heart will be broken but in time it will mend. Someone leaves, someone comes along. Yet no matter, there will always be love.


Oh, I got a phone call. It was Dr. Michael telling me about the supposed school visit tomorrow. Since I am the supervisor, I need to see the principal to schedule the visit. Imagine despite the odds, I can still beat it.


Things can get worse. It is worst when it happens a day before LOVE DAY!
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