The jeepney was running very slow for someone in rush. The driver seemed [to me] greedy enough that he was stopping at every street corner and hoping that passersby and waiting-shed tambays would add up coins to his belt bag. But I could not blame the mid-40 guy. He was working; but I was rushing late for school. My bad.
I glanced at my favorite over-sized wristwatch. (I'm fond of watches, by the way.) It was 8:40 AM and I was only halfway. I let out a few deep breaths, made not more than five annoying tsk sounds and took a quick look at my watch again. This time, it was not for my delight in the watch. I was bothered, not because my slipping into the middle of the class would bring me shame and reproach; my classmates were used to my conduct; but because I know I would definitely miss a lot from this Professor. And I would start hating myself for that.
