Friday, January 04, 2013

What Are You Still Doing Here?

The day before the End of the World it was a Thursday, and I went to work early. Classes had been shifted up, owing to the university-wide Christmas get-together. So close to the long holiday, students weren't really in the mood for classes; neither, I suspect, were faculty. My students turned up anyway, bless 'em, so I purposely kept the lectures easy and light, interspersed with anecdotes here and there. As an added bonus, I told them there would be no homework or assignments because, time being what it was, we ought to have room for more fun.

The day before the End of the World, we had a Christmas get-together. It should've been a party, and if we had followed the example of the previous year, it might have been a pageant. But what with the havoc Typhoon Pablo wrought on Compostela Valley and Cateel, it didn't seem right to have a loud and lavish celebration. The school donated the money for relief instead. It felt like the right thing to do.

The day before the End of the World, I swung by my parents' house. I gave them a hug because, though I really didn't believe it was the End of the World, just in case I was wrong. Besides, it's always good to hug your parents. Of course, I hugged my wife, too, the night before the End of the World.

On the morning of the End of the World, I peeked out the window, and the day seemed quite ordinary. I wanted to heave a sigh of relief, but then again, the Mayans didn't quite specify at which time zone the End of the World would come. To be really certain, I would have to wait another twelve hours, give or take. In the meantime, there were errands to run, a construction to look after, friends to meet, and last-minute tasks before school shut down. If the End of the World came, I wanted to be doing what I should have been doing.

The day of the End of the World went by so quickly, I don't quite remember which errands got done, and which ones got pushed off the queue. For a moment, there was the ominous darkening of the sky, but it turned out to be only a little rain.

Eventually, the End of the World ran out of time zones in which to come. Hooray! We're still here! I wanted to heave a sigh of relief, but then I remembered that that meant I would have to check papers, submit grades, prepare lessons for the remainder of the semester, pay the bills, and do all the other things that adults are supposed to do. Drat!