Of Gerontology and Getting Scared

As soon as the examiner said I could start my reading time, I picked up my paper and started grinning from ear to ear. There were 4 questions and all the stuff that we went thru during study group yesterday came out in the exam paper.

I think I fared quite well for the paper and hopefully for the unit. But I don’t want to get my hopes too high and be disappointed with everything. I’m just glad that I knew what I was writing about and not just writing a whole heap of space filler. I mean I did babble on during the whole thing, but it was good

Speaking about study group, yesterday was quite an eventful night. It was a night of cumulative trauma. We were talking about the incident on campus where the girl jumped off and I was getting quite disturbed as I thought about the whole existentiality of life and things like that. We were on the way to the Euhin’s car, which was parked in a dark alley way and I made him walk ahead of me because well, he is a guy and well I don’t really like walking in the dark.

We were still talking about the whole incident and when he suddenly turned around and went “Raaaaaah!!!” at me, with the whole hand gesture like pretending to be a monster. I screamed my arse off. I know it sounds a little stupid, but you must understand that the scary factor was building up and I had my on his back the whole time we were walking.

Euhin and Emmeline burst out laughing while I was scared outta my skin. As we continued walking to the car, we passed by a wall and he pretended to get pulled in by someone. I screamed my head off, cause I seriously thought someone was going to rob us! Turns out he was just pulling my leg again.

I couldn’t take much more of this anymore and we all piled into the car and Euhin drove back to my place to get somemore studying done before we called it a night. In the car, we were talking about the whole thing again and he was saying about hoe we should treasure our lives or something in relation to the whole incident, trying to placate me I suppose after the scary incidents.

Back at my place, I had to disarm the alarm before letting the others in, so I went and did that and told them to wait outside to. Next thing I knew I told them it was ok for them to come back in again, but I got no reply from them.

So I told them to cut it out or I’d lock them outside. Knowing me, I wouldn’t really have locked them out cause it was cold anyway. After cajoling them for another good 30 seconds, they still didn’t come out, so I opened the fly screen and asked them to please come in for one last time when suddenly behind the wall, there were hands sticking out and Euhin’s voice went “woooooooo” in the whole scary ghost sorta voice.

I cracked and started screaming again. And they popped out behind the wall and laughed at me again. The rational part of me knew it was him all along, but my nerves were just too shot from the previous scares and thinking back on horror movies and scary stuff. So cumulative trauma does add up to make people slightly edgy and scared.

Back inside we were studying for a bit and they continued the scary stories and everything. When Emmeline said, “You know, all the horror movies always start with a bunch of teenagers joking around about horror stories…” I burst out crying. I just couldn’t take it anymore. My nerves were sorta fried by this time and I think they must have realised they pushed me over the edge by that.

Euhin tried to calm me by saying that dogs have a sixth sense and they can sense danger and stuff. While he was saying it, Tiger was sleeping. When he finished saying that sentence, Tiger started whining about something and I got creeped out again.

And knowing the fact that I will be staying alone for the rest of the night till everybody came home, it really didn’t help.

Aunty came back at about 11pm, so it was good. I was hiding in my room after my shower and started carrying my handphone wherever I went.

I know I might seem a little paranoid with everything, but you’ve gotta admit that it was scary. I’m a kinda girl who doesn’t watch horror movies, so that would explain why I got scared out of my skin.

Oh and not to mention, I slept at 2am cause the adrenalin was pumping all thru my body and I couldn’t get to bed. And I over slept by 30 minutes and thankfully I had the hindsight to give myself extra time JUST in case something like this might happen.

I’m just glad gerontology is over. I’m so gonna associate gerontology with horror movies now.

Which ain’t good.