It was late in the afternoon, room was filled with students like me, I’m sitting in one corner by myself on my own near the doorway, as the cold breeze is touching my skin. It was my sophomore year in the Catholic School, run by the nuns. To put down my description into words, I’m not like those typical students, I’m really out of norms, I’m a loner. I have my own little world, I didn’t mingle with other people nor join the crowd even if it’s a school activity or program. I’m very much aloof, Walking down the memory lane, this experience didn’t actually leave my mind, it’s still fresh and clear to me, like a train that always taking me back to time and every details flashed back.
This unforgettable experience even me, myself I can’t hardly explain. Sounds of chatterbox, giggles, snickering, chuckles all sort of commotion encompassing the room, but no one can snatch me from the deep silence where I am in. The room ceases and every noise fades out as our professor stepped in to our room. She was an Asian girl, typically stand about 148-149cm, a bit chubby, a soft-spoken Religion professor. She calls up the class leader right away to hand down to her the record of attendance last Saturday school extra curricular activity, I know I missed it because it’s untimely for it’s also our scheduled Saturday mass, our family usually attend that and we never skipped it.
Everyone in the class is staring blankly and they are all anticipating for the next word that our professor will utter. After a couple of minutes more of waiting, finally she spoke out “ I’m going to give a failing mark to the one that didn’t attend last Saturday…(she continues) you know yourself you’re only one, stand up so I can see your face” I’m really shaking but for God sake I can’t lie, I gathered strength to face my fears away after I heard her sharp declaration, I got my nerve to stand up while I’m looking down at my feet because of shame. Suddenly It’s like a boom! a loud roar like a thunder that will almost break my eardrum, I been shot right through my head when they are all contesting about my admittance that It’s me who didn’t make it. They are all proving my existence then that time, that I’m with them, they all witnessing that I even had a talked to them and our class leader said that I even get my food stub. I’m feeling like I’m falling into pieces losing my sanity, my mind been thrown into confusion, I know I’m not there but they are against me insisting that I’m there. My heart cannot hold too much emotion that time so then I started to burst into tears, while I’m crying, My feet were being back into this world, then I’m back into my senses. I noticed that it’s not only me who’s standing in front of our class, it was the two of us, the whole class agree that it’s Vance who’s not there at that time.
Then I begun to wonder who the hell came there for me and stole my identity? what is her real intention? How greatly she can portray my role exactly like me making all my classmates believe that It’s me though she is not. I know she is not from this world and she ain’t my astral projection like everyone is implying that it’s my astral self. I don’t have a power to do that so how can it be possible, but as far as I remember while we are in church hearing the mass, I imagine myself attending that Saturday school extra curricular activity, but it’s doesn’t mean that I make such unbelievable thing like that. I owe that one who copy cat me, my professor spare me from making up for her subject and she didn’t gave me a failing marks, for the record simply shows that I’m really there and everyone would even stand as a witnessed for me.
I’m grateful then, now It proves that even at the very end, if you have faith and good heart you’ll still be saved by the bell!