The semester has started two weeks ago.
Since then, our class had been put into an inescapable pit of to-do things in
need of attention and at times recurring errands. Everyone was so busy until
startled by the appearance of a guest, a foreign student who will be joining
the class.
Muhammad Arif Rao,
or Rao as he wants to be called, is a 28-year old working civil engineering
graduate who came from all the way from Pakistan. He takes a few more units on
the same profession in the Philippines to comply with the required number in
his country before he could get the licensure exam there. He says that his
school, Preston University, has an engineering council who told him that he may
acquire his lacking units in a list of schools in our country, and one of which
was ours. It was odd that he told us about our university being a famous one in
their place in Pakistan.
By far, Rao
hasn’t found his niche in the classroom yet. He is yet struggling with the kind
of atmosphere the fourth-year class already has and the kind of treatment our
teacher does to the locals inside the four corners of our room. But his
maturity is helping him adjust, and each in our class is trying to help him
with that.
One time in
the afternoon of June 24, Rao asked us after the end of the class about where a
certain building in the campus is as he wants to change his schedule in
conflict. I, Mot, Kat and Jeucel were bad in giving directions so we assisted
and joined him in his affair. Along the
way we asked him questions, and he replied courteously. He speaks English well
so conversing with him wasn’t really a big problem. Some talks and walks later,
we ended up unsuccessful because our college dean has already left the building
as we need his signature to finish the process. We were asked by the secretary
to come back on Monday and just left the campus. Just as we are about to go
separate ways, he invited us for a cup of coffee in his hotel room where he is
presently staying. We okayed.
Soon, we
found out that he lives alone in his hotel room. There is a circulating smell of
cigar against the scent of his air-conditioning. Things are unboxed everywhere
for which he was apologetic about. It was a surprise visit, intended to see
what is inside his room when he’s on his own. We guests had a casual chat with
him over coffee and biscuits, with which I got all these information from.
I am looking forward to be having ties with him. From what I've known, he's a Pakistani with an innate being of a Filipino.
I am looking forward to be having ties with him. From what I've known, he's a Pakistani with an innate being of a Filipino.