Dante Balboa - Shame on You

And so I thought my misery was over until I saw Elmer a.k.a. Dante Balboa -an actor I must say- my classmate in one of the subjects which I hadn't shown up since the year started. Not that I don't like the subject or anything but I always forget about it and by the time I remember it, it would be very late.
So I asked him how the class was and he told me he started reporting last meeting and that I was forced dropped by the teacher for my absences. I totally freaked out. Not in front of him though. And I pretended to be okay though I didn't know if he saw right through me. We parted at the entrance and I hurriedly walked to the AS steps to have a stick of cigarette. I noticed that tears begun falling from my eyes and that I made this little sobs while I was trying to puff away the delirium.
Then I saw Dino [this activist who I totally adore when he had shorter hair and neat face] with a girl [a co-activist, I should say, judging from the pins they had on their shirts]. I said hi and told him that I am going to fail one subject. I coated it with laughter as if it was totally fine. But I also made some sobs, pretentiously of course for I didn't want to know that I am so worried though deep inside I felt like exploding into tears.
I sat beside them, drank a can of soft drink and puffed another cigarette. More acquaintances passed by and told them the same thing.
I bade goodbye to the two activists and went on my way to the classroom where I would be having my first and only class for the day which was located at the third floor of the building.
Just right around the corner I saw Elmer talking on the phone. I excused myself and politely and shakingly asked him the full name of our professor - due to a lot of absences I didn't remember my teacher's name. he didn't know the full name either. He gave me the surname and when I was to say thank you he added, "uy, joke lang yun, ikaw naman." Fuck! I was about to say that but being the civilized creature that I was I just threw my organizer unto his arm. Although I was relieved with the news, I continuously slap him with my organizer and called him names. He deserved it, I thought. Who the hell was he to frighten me like that. Not me. Not when I was graduating. And we weren't that close. We just talked casually during our COMM 100 days which he dropped and which I flunked, sadly, but I got over it. I left him with a promise that come Friday I will again throw my organizer at him for doing that to me.
I just hope I wouldn't forget that subject this Friday. You see, that class was supposed to meet two times a week every Tuesday and Friday 10-11:30 in the morning. However, the professor, whom I forgot the name, changed it to just Tuesdays and lately to Fridays. And how could I not forget about it? You see, my class on Fridays starts from 4-7 pm and now I had to go to school at 10 am just to attend that subject. My thesis interviews add up to my schedule leaving my mind messed up with all the appointments.
But I promise not to make anymore absences. I think I have done enough. And my graduation is at stake here. My parents expect me to graduate this semester. Or not.