mam julian.

If it were any other subject, we'd continue walking in and out of the classroom, talking to our seatmates, or singing from the latest "song hits" edition. But this was Third Year Physics, so someone's always on the lookout. Soon as we get news of our teacher rounding the corner of our floor, everyone goes to their proper places, sits quietly 'til she places her books and chalk on the table, and crosses their fingers that they don't get called for recitation. Sa hinaba-haba ng taong yun -- amidst drama left and right a la Gossip Girl -- we passed and I think most of us had a new found respect for the subject.