How do you effectively destroy one's morning? One particular truck driver knew just how.

The clock had just struck seven and I was already on my way to class. Er, not exactly; I was on the front seat of one of those UP-Philcoa jeepneys. It'd been raining since dawn and thus the University Avenue was dappled with puddles.

Everything was fine until a truck suddenly came speeding by from behind. SPLASH! Me, my seatmate, and the driver were baptised with brown, unholy water. Especially me! A curse involuntarily came out of my mouth---no, not the Avada Kedavra---just the notorious S-word. Half of my body got wet---from knees to face! And what do you do when you forgot to bring a handkerchief (mine's still wet from washing anyway)? You can just imagine my vain attempts of wiping it with my hands (the water tasted bad, by the way).

Upon reaching AS, I immediately rushed toward the comfort room to wash my face.

When I went inside our classroom, half of my clothes was still wet, and it showed, what with the daggumn brownish water.

And it seemed like the prof knew how to destroy one's morning, too. Giving us our last exam's results, I discovered I got a low grade in it.