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Riiiiing… I am going to ignore the phone right now. I simply can't be bothered to walk all the way there just to take some call that isn't even for me. Well enough about it, nothing to say so don't feel like talking about it anymore.
In other news… there's too much to say, as usual. I suppose I’ll start from the beginning of my Ateneo life. Can’t say I enjoyed those first few days, too much to take in at once; did they really expect us to know the ropes already right after orsem? Was completely disorienting and discomfiting, not having any idea which direction to head off to, not knowing what to expect at all. Adjustment just isn’t my thing. It’s a bit better now though—well, it ought to be—so I guess all I need is time. I’m just so bloody glad it’s sembreak already, time away from the insane and unfair torture of it all.
Let’s see: this sem, my favorite of all the teachers was… *drumroll* Sir Oca Campomanes! Because of him, life was a lot better than it should’ve been. Grateful to have had him for both Eng and Lit, and shall keep thanking the gods that be M04’s L---- didn’t happen to me. Sure hope she’s not into reading blogs, wouldn’t want her in here, or hearing about it. And I really wish that this whole business of changing English sections was possible, but that infuriating, stubborn, unreasonable woman won’t hear of it. She can’t even state a proper reason (seeing as desiring for everyone to die of stress or high blood pressure isn’t valid). So now, in limbo is as far as anyone will go attempting to escape. Assuming she’ll have a change of heart is kind of like expecting a miracle, but one still has to try; better than wallowing in regret and drowning in homework for another whole semester.
In my experience, it’s always better to at least try. There’s ambiguity and frustration along the way, but mine was worth it and paid off. Choosing a natsci, plagued was I by such uncertainty! Stupidly ended up suffering in Zoology until I decided to stop the torture. Did everything I could, with all those departments leading me on... Finding out freshmen couldn’t “load rev” didn’t stop me. The registrar was my very last hope as I was on the brink of utter hopelessness; thankfully, pleading dissection queasiness was already enough to convince her to shift me to botany class (and unwittingly rescue me from J----). Didn’t know the torture wouldn’t stop just yet…
Taking M----’s botany class (from hell) was like flirting with insanity. She wins Worst Ticher This Sem, hands down. If I’d only had the foggiest idea what lay in store, you bet I wouldn’t have bothered switching natsci’s. Though honestly, I don’t actually know which would have been the lesser evil. I mean, J---- with his ant-sized handwriting and annoying habit of making anything he conjured pass off as the lesson was horrid, but by the end of weeks with M----, J---- actually seemed preferable. It boggles me how she’s such a scum of the earth; you would be wise to avoid her like the plague. She bloody DOESN’T teach. She also gives a million surprise quizzes, major bugger! In the beginning you’ll be deceived into thinking it’s manageable, or this false illusion of security probably settles over you. But if common sense was enough to carry you through effing LT1, you can be sure it will be nowhere near sufficient to do the required memory work for stupid roots, stems, and leaves. Please, don’t even get me started on her photosynthesis, respiration crap (for that’s what it is, plain crap); her definition of “teaching” the lessons was doling out useless bloody handouts—just for the sake of saying we had a discussion—on all these dozens of obscure processes (Calvin Cycle, Krebs Cycle, Electron Transport Chain), leaving my poor classmates and I to decipher convoluted diagrams threatening our sanity. Obviously, this was because her miserable incompetence impeded her from just explaining the effing things to us herself. And there’re these bloody stupid acetates and powerpoints which her insane clicking causes to come and go too quickly for any copying to be possible. Out of her freaking mind is what that horrid witch is… And it’s irritating to the ear how she just has to say “’kay” after every word that spews from her vile mouth. It also makes my blood boil how she’s forever refusing to say properly what next meeting’s quiz is gonna be about. During some part of a discussion, she’ll suddenly go ask some random thing nobody has the foggiest idea about, and without giving it any more thought, maliciously designates it as material for the quiz thing! But the thing is, when the ominous next meeting comes, the quiz will be… on anything but the assigned topic. Her habits of prevarication have caused us more than a few 0’s (you don’t want to be her student, trust me—she might make you keel over from sheer frustration). When you’ve a question and wish to ask her, don’t even bother. She refuses to break her vow of silence lest, attempting to answer, she might confuzzle herself and be exposed as the fraud she is. To me and everyone else, she nonchalantly says to do so and so, check the (non-existent) notes she “gave”, read our book (what darn book, pray tell?)… I refuse to go on and waste much more time ranting about her; just wanted to warn and keep people away from that horrid woman.
I happen to be texting right now, but usually nobody actually feels like texting with me. Has anyone noticed the “atmospheric” tone of this entry? Just suddenly felt the urge to do something kinda different… Should actually stop procrastinating and pack my luggage for
I’m so very thankful my dear INTACT faci is all for sharing the (guitar) love; thanks a bunch Cris! It is one path to rockstardom, haha... Must first get familiar with all those BM7’s, Gm’s, A7’s, and D#sus’s though. No matter, you are a wonderful teacher and of course, when you say please practice, I do (being an equally wonderful student). :D
Other news: please insert this after my rant on Brainless Botany Bimbo: Oh please, she’s nothing like Ms. K---- from lab who didn’t ever stop being nice to us. Sure, the first few weeks of setting up microscopes and slides and actually seeing something was, for me, positively maddening, but it grew on me (like fungus)… So up to my very last bot lab class, loved Ms. K---- for her unconditional benevolence, congeniality, and competence. I didn't suffer much disappointment at all from that class, yay.