Wednesday, August 15, 2012

A Six Hour Vigil and Assumption Tarts

Conscience: 'What finally made you go to the six hour mass vigil which started at around 2:30pm and ended at 8:30pm yesterday?'  
Me: 'My wonderfully witty niece named Ada.' 
Conscience: 'She is brilliant!' 
Me: She got me to feel guilty. I hate that feeling.'

Who wants to be bored for six hours? I ran around the house yesterday yelling, 'I hate six hour mass vigils!' Somehow Ada heard me and said, 'That's like saying that for six hours you hate God.' And I was so taken aback by her statement that I decided to go to the six hour mass vigil even if I wanted to go back home and sleep. The more I thought about her statement, the more it made sense. And so I had no choice but to make my way to school and participate in the six hour long prayers and mass and singing. The main reason I had to attend the vigil was because I intentionally skipped my year's general assembly. I think I was so hungry that day that they had it and they had it at lunch tine. So I skipped it. When I got my clearance for midterms, the lady told me that because I skipped the general assembly, I had to attend the vigil. And I was like, 'Bring it on!' Because really, anything is better than attending a general assembly in which you have to act nice to strangers who pretend to like you.

Conscience: 'Why did you not want to go?' 
Me: 'Wh would want to go?'  
Conscience: 'No, really.'  

Like, who would seriously want to be in a vigil for six freaking hours? I am not a Catholic so I do not know anything about vigils, confession and everything religious! I get scared out of my wits when the priest asks us h confess and I sit there not knowing what to say. I get embarrassed when the whole chapel is singing some song that only I do not know. And let's just say that doing religious stuff is so awkward for me. As much as possible, I try not to get involved with any religious thingamajig. Also, I am just the laziest student you will ever meet. 

Conscience: 'So what happened?' 
Me: 'Terrible, exciting and wonderful things!' 
Conscience: 'Huh?' 
Me: Terrible, exciting and wonderful things!'

Let's just say that for every event during the vigil the students had to sign in and sign out. Funny thing was that I only got my slip of paper where they sign in and sign out after everyone else had signed in. Naturally, the sign in station was closed by the time I went there. So I just went along to the sign out station and explained my side. The officials looked at me with the how-the-heck-did-that-happen-but-we-are-scared-to-get-mad-because-you-look-scary-and-you-speak-well look. They signed my sign out thingamajig and I proceeded to the next event. 

I did not enjoy the vigil, but I enjoyed the photography workshop and the mass after. A photography workshop in the middle of a vigil? Oh yeah! Although I had one semester of photography, I loved the workshop because it was conducted by a professional, but self taught photographer. She was funny. She was human. She had lots of heart. I like professors like that! Why did I enjoy the mass? I actually enjoyed the mass because the ending was perfect! 

Conscience: 'What's with the picture of a tart?' 
Me: 'That was the highlight of my day!' 
Conscience: 'What is it?' 
Me: 'That is the famous Assumption Tart!'

Yes, that is the famous Assumption Tart! I say famous because my mom has been bragging about those tarts ever since I can remember. Mom gushes over those Assumption Tarts like it's a crime if you haven't tasted them. After the mass, the principal who is a nun gave a little speech about how happy she was that we all showed up. We were clapping and all when she said something like, 'Free Assumption Tarts for all!' The more we cheered! And that is how I ended up tasting my first Assumption Tart. 

The funny thing is that it was pouring outside and I had to walk home. That was at around 8:40pm. I had an umbrella, but the rain was strong and I refused to eat my Assumption Tart until I got home because I wanted to take a picture of it. Why? I wanted to show my mom that I finally had tasted it! I was so careful that the rain did not get to it. When I entered the house, Ada and Téa ran to greet me. And they were like, 'What's that? Assumption Tart? Can we have it?' Good thing their mom told them that they could not have it. =) 

I text messaged my mom at 9:04pm yesterday and said, 'After almost seven hours of mass and vigil, the nuns rewarded us with Assumption Tarts! They taste good!' I guess my mom was happy that I went to the vigil 'cause she replied with, ' Hahaha. The Lord will hound you wherever you go and reward you with more than Assumption Tarts!' 

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