I know; you miss me. Okay? Okay. Hahaha. But seriously, the truth is I’m always in here; just never felt the need to feed anyone warped enough to spare this a second the disjoint snippets of my very, uh, disconnected existence. But yeah, whatever, right? I’ll write away, regardless. I just love ejecting barely comprehensible ‘me’ accounts on the net. No shit.
Oh well. So I’m on break now, for three whole weeks, at least. I get to laze around and fatten up, the latter being actually my mother’s ultimate dream for me. Can you believe that? Sure. Anyhow, I’m perpetually munching on chocolate-covered Cream-O cookies now. Can’t really disappoint the mom.
So my summer classes had been quite the opposite of last year’s. I would say, probably not designed to make poor college kids cry. With Speech Comm and PI 100 as subjects, it’s overstating to say that the load has been pretty much lighter. Negligible, even. What, these, versus the precious OrgChem?
It’s like Jason Castro versus Cookie.
Well. The speeches-in-front-of-twenty-sumfink-people-sizing-you-up-from-your-hair-frizz-down-to-your-toenail-polish thing had been quite the bundle-o-nerves-ohgod-eat-me-ground activator.
Sheesh, why do I think using wordy modifiers isn’t annoying?
Anyhow. PI 100, on the other hand, was. I don’t talk about things I know nothing about. So that. This year’s summer classes were, well, barely there. Heh.
I think it’s bad news, though, that I’m still not done with my PE. I know, right? I’m going on endless duties now, holy cows. Can’t have PE being the nuisance it has always been. The thing is we’re advised to take PE on summers only because of duties during regular semesters, which means, I’ll still be having PE until my incoming senior year. Very sad, yes.
Speaking of very sad, I currently have an INC on my crs grades. An INC. Incomplete, baby. Wow. And I know my friends are all, ‘it doesn’t count, hardly your fault, you idiot’ and I’m still going to get my grade on that subject, plus a handful of my classmates have the same fate as mine, still. It’s there, on ALL CAPS. Because I forgot to place my goddamn signature on my community charting. About the jargon, that means I was not able to sign this paper/document considered extremely important in nursing. I lacked that certain requirement, thus meriting me an incomplete.
It seems absurd of sorts because it’s a tiny, tiny thing begging to be overlooked, and it’s getting me bitter with the lower lip stuck out, but actually, I get it now, you know. It’s just how things work in UP, in our college, to be specific. You just don’t forget the most miniscule detail because everything counts. In our line of work, in particular, to forget is to neglect, and to neglect is death. So I understand. Bitter and all. At least, my professors say this would be overlapped anyway, so it won’t be appearing on my transcript anymore by the time I graduate.
Oh, acads. You are my everlasting problem I love you to death.
On another note, I would just like to be the temporary endorser of Club Manila East in Taytay, Rizal for free, if that’s alright, yes? Real package for your 260 pesos, seriously. Beautiful, beautiful resort. Eight pools—of which one was for boating and another was a charming mild imitation of the Rio Grande Rapids thing, I think—, impressive cottage facilities, numerous life guards swarming the place so there’s this very little chance of drowning and getting yourself killed, and really, there’s nothing to complain about except for the jologs slide where, with grand effort of pushing yourself, you have to wait for 235924664586 years before you plop softly into the water. But well, going back. It’s worth it, I tell you. Nice place to forget your everyday life.
So okayyy. I’m bored, what else. I think I still swim in my own retardation, so I’m personally normal. Summer has been good. Screw that, understatement. Life is good.