For some reason the batch assigned Djanah and me to come up with the activities for the overnight batch outing last year. Djanah and I of course didn’t prepare anything. Off we went to Subic, and of course there was a massive, massive storm, rendering the beaches unsafe for swimming and causing a huge black-out. Painfully bored everyone turned their attention to us, pressuring us to lay out our prepared activities. Djanah and I went in front.
“Walang activities!!!” I announced.
“Wala! Mag vivideoke tayo mamya at mag-iinuman pag nagkakuryente. YUN ang activities!” Djanah hissed.
Which led to genuinely annoyed gruntings and prolonged lounging around. By 7 pm the rains stopped and the power came back, everyone got drunk and nude and sang the most intubatably birit songs, and totally forgot about our absolute non-planning.
Until last month, because come this weekend we are once again going to have our batch outing, or as we like to call it in true elementary school fashion, EXCURSION, and who should everyone assign to prepare the activities but me and Djanah. Someone tried to make sense of this totally irrational collective decision-making.
“We know you don’t have organizational skills, and we want you to develop it,” Y Tori Can’t Read informed me as she sat back and crossed her arms, a self-satisfied look on her face.
“Organizational skills mo mukha mo,” I said.
Obviously it will rain once again. And just to patronize Y Tori Can’t Read, Djanah and I are indeed harnessing whatever organizational skills we have within us.
“Magdala tayo ng Boggle,” I told Djanah.
“Sige. Boggle. YUN ang activity,” Djanah affirmed.