For indeed, this was an act of violence inflicted by the intolerant on the heart of academic freedom itself. I stood there for a few minutes, staring each Maoist in the face and then walked to my class, my clothes drenched with egg yolk. I was angry; but more than that, immensely saddened.
Binigyan ako ng Consultant ng alaala. Pagsakay pa lang ng kotse’y umiiyak na ako, na para akong dadalhin sa kinatatakutang doktor. Nabura ang aking make-up at mascarra, tukso ng Consultant. Sa A. ay inakala nang lahat na badtrip ako, na totoo naman.