Home Smells Like You (Home #1)

Epilogue (1/2)

"Dreams are associated with the unconscious mind," I mumbled as I highlighted the textbook lying open on my desk, its pages already bearing the faint green streaks of my highlighter.

I'm trying to get ahead on this reading because I heard our professor for this subject is a total nightmare. Mahilig magparecite at kung minsan pa, bigla na lang magpapasurprise quiz. Can't blame them, though. Dahil bukod sa isa ito sa core subjects in taking psychology program, Theories of Personality is the gateway to understand human's mind and behavior.

"The unconscious mind includes underlying wishes, fears, and impulses that individuals may not be acutely aware of, yet these deep-seated thoughts significantly impact personality and behavior." I continued highlighting, making sure I understood each word.

I'm in my second year as a BS Psychology student. I honestly thought I'd flunk out during freshman year. It was just non-stop adjustments and a whole load of struggles.

"My god, Red! Kakasimula pa lang school year. Aral na aral ka naman." Cheeni said, one of my blockmates since first year.

I didn't bother looking at her. Instead, I continue reading. Ang haba naman kasi ng theory ni Sigmund Freud. Wala pa ako sa kalahati!

"Come on, dude. Give yourself some slack, you know? Saka nakalimutan mo ba, today 'yong Froshies Welcoming Walk! OMG! Baka may pogi there na potential maging boyfriend ko," she muttered dreamily.

"Or maybe, there's finally someone na matipuhan mo. My gosh, out of all the girls who were throwing themselves at you when we were first year, wala ka man lang natipuhan!" she kept yapping, arms crossed and eyes rolling like crazy.

I don't know why she's even talking to me when, in the first place, we're not even that close. Maybe because we're usually seatmates because of our surnames. But other than that, I don't really see her as a friend. She's merely a blockmate who likes to yap.

I really don't wanna be a jerk, so whenever she starts talking, I try to at least look like I'm listening, even if I'm totally zoning out thinking about what to make for dinner. Thank God, she never asks me questions about her stories. Baka malaman niya wala naman talaga akong pake sa sinasabi niya.

"Do we really need to be there at Welcoming Walk?" I asked, closing the textbook.

Tinigil ko ang pagbabasa dahil hindi na rin naman ako makakapag-focus dahil sa ingay ni Cheeni.

"Yup, and also, isa rin tayo sa mga naka-assign to facilitate froshie's orientation. Gosh, sometimes there's a downside to being part of an org."

"What about our class if we'll facilitate the froshie's orientation?" I asked, forehead was creased into thin lines.

"Grabe ka, Red! Are you really that grade conscious? First day of school pa lang. Mostly sa mga prof, hindi naman pumapasok. Kung papasok man, usually puro introduction and questions lang about what to expect in their class."

Hindi naman ako grade conscious. Okay fine, maybe just a little bit. But I'd rather sit through the professor's entire life story than spend hours making small talk with the freshmen. It totally drains me when they start asking me bunch of personal stuff instead of just asking where their department building is.

Relationships aren't really my thing at the moment. Hindi ako interesado kumilala ng iba.

Sabay kaming naglakad ni Cheeni patungong main gate, that's where the welcoming walk for freshmen starts. Pagdating namin, halos lahat ng miyembro ng bawat org ay nakahilera na. They are holding all sorts of balloons with different colors, placards, and giveaways like candies and chocolates.