I was late for my Filipino class because I got stranded at the LRT. It was "malfunctioning", they say. I reached the school at 9am when my class was supposedly 8:30am.

I almost ran on my way to the third floor of BPS building. As I was expecting, our prof was already there. This is the second time that I was officially late. Darn.

He asked why I was late, and I told my reason. He didn't admit me right away, and finish the thing he was writing on the board. I waited outside, cursing myself.

After he finished what he was doing, he went outside and talked to me. He "lectured" me about my tardiness. His voice wasn't mad or judging, rather it was like a father talking to his child. And after that, he said, "Pangalawang late mo na to ah. Isa pang late, ida-drop na kita." I was admitted in the class after.

I think that he was probably bluffing to scare me. But it could be true too. Anyway, I understand it. I know such kind of things shouldn't be tolerated. Though the transportation issues are uncontrollable, it could have been prevented.

He reminded me again after class. I apologized again.

I've gotten over it quickly. But when I really think about it, I realize many things. Like, "Ivy, what are you doing?"

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