Blocked

This morning, going to school became more of an option than an obligation. Why was that? I felt a strong force, I’m still battling whether it’s a negative force but it definitely was a strong one. This force wouldn’t let me move or leave my room. I fought through it anyway and made little strides to head to my school which is just nearby.Under the rain, armed with my umbrella, I approach the school doors but I could already see students outside the university library and in front of the university entrance. Normally, these are students taking a quick cigarette break. But I began to notice that even my classmates were outside. And mind you, it was freezing cold. I walked closer and saw from a distance something blocking the doors. In my mind: ah, la grève, a protest. And just before I jump into that conclusion, somebody called out my name. I turned and it was when I saw my classmates who sought shelter from the rain by the university library. I approached them and that was when my observations were validated. Indeed, a protest.

We stayed for another thirty minutes in the cold rainy and windy day, trying to figure out what to do next. After much discussions and amusement, we all decided to head home. Our professor was left with no choice but to cancel the class because even they have been denied access to the premises.

There goes my version of Mai ’68.