September 17, 2008 (St. Scho Marikina Bomb Threat) Pft.

It is the seventeenth of September, and it's late night, 10:51 to be exact..
I just, really, don't feel (rather like) this day.. Not at all.

See, it started with nothing extraordinary, nor anything positively unusual.
There was laughing out loud in our first hour subject though, Computer Class.
And a longtest on the second class, Language subject.
Library period after the first break, and another longtest in CLE class.

In the midst of thinking hard for that CLE longtest, the bell rang UNEXPECTEDLY.
I glanced at our wall clock to discover that it was actually fifteen minutes earlier than its usual time of ring. I actually thought for a second that it may be late, knowing that we are having particular practices and as usual, my classmates sometimes do set the time advanced to have my classmates arrive in our room on time.
Took a look at my OWN time, it REALLY did ring earlier than usual.. again, FIFTEEN minutes earlier.

Until there was someone on the other side of the PA System announcing, that we take our lunch early, and that afternoon classes will be called-off. It would not sound so terrifying if it was not because of the manner of how it was announced (who happened to be our Principal). With the term, "unwanted bad elements.."; that actually just made us curious about what was that calling off for classes all about. We asked our teacher. She asked us to calm down, to keep quiet, and she was going to explain it to us. Starting with, "I don't know if it's okay to tell you..". (We were like, uhh, so what is this all about huh?). Preceeded, "They.. received, a bomb threat.". Okay and then, sudden silence, with a little violent reaction of course. "Oh my god.", "Shiiiiit.". And I, honestly, had goosebumps and got worried, no kidding.

We were asked to leave the room, to take our lunch, AND leave ALL our things in the room the way it is except for the valuables (which I happened to ignore, leaving my wallet behind).

Astounded, I was worried up to my nerves. Upon reaching our eating area, I could hardly move. I was still. Blackened out. I could not manage to smile nor crack jokes.

The only thing that brought back my voice was when we were talking about this "bomb threat", and another issue that was said to be the cause of this alarm, a rumor about a junior student embodied by UN-earthly spirits. And that this junior student's request was the students leave their things. THAT ACTUALLY, found out happened to be untrue and worn out already. Soo, the cause was really this "bomb threat", I may say.

And then another bell was rung, announcing that all who brought their bags with them have it returned to the classrooms immediately. Meaning, we did not have any bags with us, no books nor school materials.
WE WERE ASKED TO GO HOME.
Remembering that I left my wallet in our room, I hurriedly rushed back to our building. And unfortunately, we could not anymore. NO STUDENTS WERE ALLOWED TO GO UPSTAIRS TO GET THEIR STUFFS, AND VALUABLES.

Students were actually freaking out. Some were crying, some really were worried as ever!
Even for the faculty. I saw teachers fetch their children from the Gradeschool department if they happen to have one or two or so. With their (our), weird look on their faces. Looks wherein you can really see the unstable and boggled emotions they (we) were feeling.

--- PANICKED.

Asked to go home, we proceeded to our exit gates. And one thing that irritated my bestfriend (and I), was the guard still asking for our IDs for exit, that actually happens to be color-coded for designated gates. In a time of emergency like that, you are going to halt a student to ask and check their ID?? WTH!
(Mr. Guard, I know you were doing your job, but not at the right time!) - per my bestfriend, Cath.

So we went home EMPTY-HANDED. Except for my ID strapped in my neck, and the G-Tec hung to it.

GOT HOME, still worried.
Texted my 'someone' to inform HER I'm home early, then narrated what happened.

- END OF THIS BOMB THREAT THING (It makes me sick. It was, actually.. irritating.) -



* Continuation on next post, of what happened to the rest of my day --->