First impression doesn’t make any sense.

Today, I really had to attend our PE Class at 2:30PM. I already had 3 absences before which forces me not to absent again. If I fail, I’ll be dropped out from the subject. Good thing I have this common classmate in other subject who told me I sh0uld bring a Badminton racket or else, Prof Lucero would mark me absent.

It was the first time I went to the sixth floor of the school building, where the Gymnasium is. Actually, I didn’t know where to go when I entered the entance. I just followed a group of students carrying their own rackets until I reached the Gym. My classmates are 3rd Year students. So I was the smallest. There the only person I talked to was Alene, my new friend whose mouth was never quiet. She has lots of stories to tell, no minute or second was spared. She’s funny and eccentric. We were both nervous our Prof will call us to play in the field. So we just sat there hiding among our classmates.

Yes, Our Prof. Whom I thought was the most strict of all. I thought he would be furious that it was the first time I attended his class. He looks like Mr. Clean from the commercials, Alene would say. But he was funny and loves to tell jokes. He just warned me that if I ever missed a class, dropped I will go. Scary in the outside, but plaid and humble on the inside. First impression doesn’t make any sense.

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