THEM

Since I thought that all magazine articles were all past deadlines, I was very much determined to finish my article before sunrise. I set an interview with the College of Education's choice for  this year's The Class and yet in the end, I also had to postpone for some reasons.

So I went home just to change into clean clothes after taking our associate editor's advice that it won't be good if I would go home in my uniform on a Saturday morning. I spent about an hour and a half in traveling, showering and preparing to go back to school.

I was irritated however when by the time I got back to LaSalle and called the office to ask someone to fetch me at the second gate, no one was answering the phone. The guards told me that they (SPECTRES) have all gone out, to have dinner I supposed.

So to cut the long story short, I had to load up just to ask where they've gone, walk from the second gate to the end of Lasalle avenue, wait for a few minutes for a Talisay jeep, ended up riding a Silay jeep instead before I finally got to Chicken house where the gang of Zombies was waiting for me.

I wasn't really in a good mood but when I saw them, I don't know why I was suddenly reminded of a family.. So when I finally got to sit on one of the chairs, I was eager to enjoy dinner.

There were the usual gossips, jokes and endless conversations about everything. By the time we rode the tricycle back to the office, I felt joy.. And that's when I realized that, despite all the pressure being a spectre gives me, I still could say that it is in being a spectre that I find joy and fulfillment.

It is with them that I laugh like as if I'm about to die the next day and have fun like as if there's no other day that I could enjoy except at the present moment.

So, maybe, I just want to say that, I love being in the publication. I love the Spectres and above all, I love being one.