The Dementors attacking

I was having double thoughts before bathing myself at half past two in the afternoon whether to sit and listen while Father Tria, the chair person of The Philosophy Dept. in Ateneo de Naga delivers things he reckons right to say, or just to slump onto the comfy seat in the living room while I press my nose closely to Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and sieze from time by time indulging deliciously home made potato chips from the enormous bowl that is tremendously fragile.

Out of nowhere, I felt the need to attend to the former choice so as to save myself from the scolding of my Professor (anonymous) while doing some scowling against the feeble body of mine, left without choice but to try my bestest not to explode acting like a better man than his apparently intelligent professor.

While the talk was in progress, all I did was to nod as a sign of my approval and affirmation whenever the Priest darts is sight towards me as though seeking for a scripted and practiced affirmation from a sixteen-year, old turning seventeen in the 11th of September 2008, boy. Nevertheless, I survived by consoling myself that I did this for a purpose--something big awaits for me in the time ahead.

After some time, the open forum came. Many students and professors from different walks of life bombarded Mr. Tria, the priest, questions that nearly knocked me off my seat and made me busy watching my nose positioned inverted for I was afraid blood would leak down at any moment of time.

The people who darted questions in the direction of the priest seemed to me as though dementors getting near Harry Potter that make Mr. Potter lost for words, a truth that seems happening to the priest. Nevertheless, the noble priest had managed to escape the dementors using his Patronus that is to say he found ways to overcome the problem he faced.