It’s the first day of the 4th term and nothing great happened. Quite the contrary actually, because I went broke and tired and hungry.

Just as I’ve been dreaming of attending ALL my classes with no absences or late whatsoever, I found out that there had been classes yesterday (there was a nationwide transport strike, so my family assumed there was not) meaning I wasn’t exactly in the first day of class.

And if that’s not enough for a first day treat, I also had my first walkathon for the new term, I walked from the school to Pedro Gil on my way home because my money won’t fit again on the first day of school.

A habit I used to do with Anette that have grown to a matter of necessity, I have already mastered the different outskirts of Manila in search for possible shortcuts from school to Pedro Gil. This is what I do when I get short with my money, I’d rather walk than do what I loved to do when I was in 2nd year high school, the 1-2-3 thing, yeah. For me, it was a young boy’s fantasy to get away without being caught but now, it would surely be a nightmare if I do that and get caught.

It was probably the hundredth time I have done it that I didn’t even bother anymore.