ALCOBA, Louise Nicole R.

May 5, 2017
Advance Composition
Descriptive Essay

Sun was too high above; it was almost blinding to the eyes and almost
pricking to the skin. Heat from combustion and the blackish-gray smoke from
jeepneys, cars and other vehicles made the feeling worse. High temperature
resulting from the combined heat of the sun and the vehicles made me sweat a
whole lot. Droplets of sweat were trickling down my temples, back of my neck and
my arms. And even before reaching the foot of the stairs of the shabby Pedro Gil
LRT Station, I was already drenched in my own sweat. Given the uncomfortable
conditions, I still had to climb up the 20-step stairs to finally reach the station. Hair
sticking in all directions, face covered in oil and sweat, I looked like someone who
did manual labor for hours rather than someone who just walked for no less than
ten minutes.
I was finally at the platform, just waiting for the train to arrive. The platform
was filled with people; most of them frowning and looking irate, removing sweat
with their hankies and towels, fanning themselves with an abaniko or with just a
cardboard. Then and there, the train arrived. All seats were already taken, hand rails
were held by numerous people, still theres a quite a lot of space for new
passengers (well, space to stand and try not to tumble or fall). I felt a bit relieved
when I got in the train; cooler temperature and less hustle and bustle. But, it was
just a short ride. I had to get off at the Central Station.
I got off the train, walked briskly towards the exit, inserted my Single journey
ticket card into the machine, and went down stairs. Just like in any LRT Station,
there are stalls below the Central Station platform; dumpling stores, photocopy
service stalls, carinderias, pasalubong centers and whatnot. Different smells from
these stores mixed in the air, the smell of steaming dumplings, smell of paper and
ink from the copiers and the flavorful smell of various viands from the carinderias.
There was rumbling in my tummy because of the yummy scents, I havent had
lunch yet. But, I had to ignore that for a while and head off to COMELEC.
The sun wasnt still being friendly. It was still too hot outside and I had to walk
fast towards the Lions Road, where COMELEC is located. Again, soaked in my own
sweat, looking tired from just a short walk, I reached the front the old, wooden and
concrete building of COMELEC. Office for the 5 th District is located at the 3 rd floor.
Again, stairs; wooden steps, clanked on every step I made. The first set of windows
on the 3rd floor is for the 4th district and farther from the entrance there sit the
windows for the 5th district. The supposed to be see-through glass of each window
were covered with papers, announcements and whatnot; the receiving end was also
covered with a board. There was no way to transact through these windows. I
knocked on the door and I asked the man who was wearing a blue and white shirt,
brown khaki pants and rubber shoes about my inquiry. He then answered me with,
Sorry, Maam. Tapos na po ang registration at pagpapalipat, sa December the no
ang resume.
After the dragging journey from Pedro Gil to Central Station, I was not able to
change my residency and area of registration. I would not be able to provide the
school a certificate of residency and voters registration and I would not be a partial
scholar if ever I pass PLM law admissions.
With a heavy heart and with my mind thinking of all the possible ways on how
Id get the money for the full tuition fee for law school, I went back to my dormitory.