You Don't Mess With The Bad Nerd

#8: Failure

Wendy's POV

"MS.MARTINEZ! You're sleeping during class hours again!"

Inangat ko ang ulo ko mula sa pagkakasubsob ko sa table at nagkusot ng mga mata matapos kong marinig ang malakas na kalabog na umalingawngaw sa buong auditorium.

Nagsitawanan yung mga kaklase ko kaya pati sila sinigawan ng professor namin na daig pa ang babaeng may regla dahil sa pagiging moody.

"Sorry, Sir." yumuko ako dahil lahat sila sa akin lang nakatingin. Iyon pa naman ang pinaka-ayoko sa lahat. Ayoko ng nasa akin ang atensyon nila.

"I've been teaching for hours here and you're just sleeping? Alam mo na ba lahat ha?" Inayos ni Sir Santiago yung eyeglasses niya at saka namaywang. Hindi pa siya nakuntento sa sermon niya sa akin, "Stand up and tell us who is Sully Prudhomme," humalukipkip siya at umupo sa table na nasa likuran niya.

"You're dead, Weirdo." bulong ni Sam habang ngumunguya ng bubble gum, siya yung campus princess namin na walang ginawa kundi ang makipag-basag-ulo pero ako lang ang tanging nakakaalam. Kung bakit? Mahabang kwento.

"René François Armand Prudhomme or also known as Sully was born on 16th of March year 1839, died on the 6th of September year 1907. He was a French poet and essayist, and was the first ever winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1901. He was born in Paris. Prudhomme originally studied to be an engineer, but turned to philosophy and later to poetry. He declared it as his intent to create scientific poetry for modern times. In character sincere and melancholic, he was linked to the Parnassus school, although, at the same time, his work displays characteristics of its own," wika kong medyo magaspang pa ang boses mula sa pagkakatulog.

Umawang ang mga labi ni Sam at saka nag-umpisa ng mabagal at malakas na palakpak na sinundan naman ng iba pa naming mga kaklase habang nagtatawanan pa rin sila.

"What else do you know about him?" Ani Sir Santiago na para bang hindi pa kumbinsido na may alam ako tungkol sa French literature.

I let out a deep breath and again, stated, "His first collection, Stances et Poemes was praised by Sainte-Beuve. It included his most famous poem, Le vase brise. He published more poetry before the outbreak of the Franco-Prussian War. This war, which he discussed in Impressions dela guerre and La France, permanently damaged his health."

Tumango si Sir Santiago, "What about Frederic Mistral?"

Ay nako. Kaloka. Hindi pa rin siya masaya sa sagot ko.

"Frederic Mistral, born on 8th of September year 1830, died 25th of March year 1914, was a French writer and lexicographer of the Occitan language. Mistral received the 1904 Nobel Prize in Literature in recognition of the fresh originality and true inspiration of his poetic production, which faithfully reflects the natural scenery and native spirit of his people, and, in addition, his significant work as a Proven calphilologist. He was a founding member of Felibrige and a member of l'Academie de Marseille."

"Wow." bulong ulit ni Sam. "Iba ka talaga, Weirdo." pailing-iling pang sabi niya at saka ako pinalo sa pwet.

Napaigtad ako dahil sa ginawa niya. Binigyan ko lang siya ng matipid na ngiti at saka ko ulit ibinaling ang tingin ko kay Sir Santiago.

"Sit down, Ms.Martinez. And fix your hair." Umalis si Sir Santiago mula sa pagkakaupo sa table niya at naglakad patungo sa screen kung saan naka-project ang litrato nila Sully at Frederic.

Naupo ako at nag-ayos ng buhok. Saka ko lang napagtanto na naka-ipit ako ng parang buhok ni Sandara Park sa kanta nilang 'Fire'.

Umalingawngaw ang tawanan sa loob ng auditorium.