deliriously happy

You would think that college students, juniors at that, under normal circumstances would have no business playing 'patintero' as if wild, all hell broke loose kids. College means thesis...salient time...extensive studies...demanding life. It's supposed to be the preparatory ground for one's career path, hence it is ought to be taken seriously.

But no. My friends and I begged to differ, if only for a few hours.

During those strangest, most demented hours, we were kindergartens again with no care in the world other than each of our own personal gladness. Forget about decorum, we were cheering, yelling and running down the hallways of the Faculty Center like the excessively energized little devils fresh from Pandora's box (yes, you heard it right -Faculty Center where the most professional, honorable doctorate holders and higher ups reside.)

As if that wasn't enough, we even fled out of the building straight to the gardens where we could have more space and more liberty. It was a particularly happy, sunny day; just about the perfect time to play this much-missed game of 'patintero' that we haven't gotten around to playing since high school. Ah, it was so much fun. People walking past our direction were looking, whispering, some were possibly even laughing, but at least they had the decency to let us be.








I'm in no place to deny the recklessness of our act as it was, without question, downright crazy and undeniably impetuous of us to have done such a childish play in the most improbable time and place.

But then again, this experience came along with the realization that from time to time, it is when we're at our craziest that we're likewise at our happiest.