Teachers can be nice, at least sometimes
As I exited the U.P. Shopping Center, I saw my former instructor in Biostatistics and Genetics, Mr. J.P. Quilang. I tried my best to evade him but he headed to the jeepney stop where I was. He was the first one who greeted me and so I greeted him back, just like what a civilized and well-educated human being would have done. A Pantranco-headed jeep was approaching us so I boarded it right away, just like as before, in my effort to ride the same vehicle with him, which would then put me in an awkward situation. Unluckily, he went into the same jeep after me. He generously offered to pay my ride; I refused once but then he insisted so I didn't reject his offer anymore since he was my teacher and I'd also like to get a free ride once in a while. With a twenty-peso bill, he paid our respective fares with mine costing him P7.50. He was headed to the Highway (HI-WAY). I thanked him for his good act. Not being a good conversationalist, I kept quiet the entire trip and thanked him once more when I got off the jeepney on Philcoa.
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