FIRST DAY KO
Ok, so as you all would know (yeah, I expect people to know this, since I’ve been talking a whole lot about it), I’m a college student now. Waahahahaha. I go to school wearing whatever I want (and for boys, their birthday suit is highly acceptable on certain dates), whenever I want (yeah, just like my professors). UP offers its students so much freedom that I somehow miss the regulated and to some extent strict environment of a Catholic school. Hay, but past is past. The present has got UP written all over it. No prayers, no dress code, no conduct grade and no water running through the faucet (I heard, but so far, I haven’t experienced this misfortune).
Here’s what happened on my first day in college:
1. I woke up at 6 and finished bathing at 6:20. I dressed up, had a quick breakfast and went off at 6:50. I thought that’d be ok since I live like 5 minutes away from UP, butdenagen, magjejeep lang ako so malaking pagkakamali. Basta I ended up taking a cab to school on my first day. I blew 40 pesos. Pfft.
2. I went to my first class which was Math 17 (kahit na medyo late na ako wala pa naman yung prof eh). We waited for the professor. Waited. Waited still. No professor in sight. So I went to the photocopier with JB (she volunteered to photocopy their class’ syllabus, that little teacher’s pet). When I got back, the prof was there and I turned out to be late for my first class on my first day of school. Hay, life.
3. My course got discriminated. Pfft. I don’t want to elaborate. It’s too long and dragging. Hehe.
4. We ate at Casaa and my first UP meal was consist of a plate of pancit canton and a large cup of milo for a whopping Php18.00!!!
5. At Casaa we saw “Haaaaiiiii!”. Ok, inside joke. He was the first decent looking guy we saw in UP and he turned out to be taken. Pfft.
6. I went to another class that the professor just “breezed” through.
7. I went to another class that the professor completely ditched.
8. I went to the Freshman Welcome Assembly with JB, Karen, Mia, Mico and Ivy. It was actually quite enjoyable (thanks to the goodie bag we were given) and entertaining (promise, benta pa rin sakin yung “Ding, ang susi,” “Doorknob!” wahahaha!!!) but I was irritated by the aktibistas. Ugh. Please. Di ko tuloy nakita si Atom among them ‘cause I didn’t want to look at the student activists.
9. We met our blockmates (btw, JB joined our block, N11), did all the getting to know you stuff and elected our block officers. Mia was elected (actually nominated, but we just “breezed through” the election process) assistant blockhead and now we have access to the core group of N11 (thunder strikes, evil laughter).
Yeah, I guess that was pretty much it. I had fun naman. Yeah, I did. Ü
Posted by juliecious at 07:33 PM |
missing a lot of people
Gawd. my school is ok, "asi, asi" siya... pero it doesn't compare. promise. i miss miriam. i miss my friends. i miss 4-1 to death. i miss katipunan (pero lagi pa rin kami don, feeling katip-based pa rin). i miss recess and lunch with niggaG (ok, never akong naging loner sa UP. it's just that it's different when you're with your group). i miss having teachers. i miss not having to stress over your prof's wicked mistakes. i miss manong's crepes. i miss cheap drinks. i miss the comfort of indoors. i miss my old complexion (damned up sun's toasting me). i miss the clean miriam air. i miss the nice staff (except for the girl from the registrar). hay. i miss the comforts of MC and the right to ask for it with the insanely high tuition fee.
oh well. i can't keep on living in UP with thoughts of MC constantly haunting me... MC was definitely one of the best things that's ever happened to me and i thank God for the 13 wonderful years i spent there. now what i have to do is to appreciate this other gift that i really, really, really prayed for.
wow, i year ago, all i could ask for was to get into UP. now that i'm here, i want to go back to MC. a year ago, i was fussing over my applications. now i'm fussing over change-mat forms. wow. life flies (o diba, imbento ng kasabihan)
i love you 4-1. hasta luego (yeah, i speak spanish now. one of the good things i've picked up from school).
Posted by juliecious at 10:32 PM |
i need a "touch of familiarity"
i just read
Pamela Marie Quizon's blog (btw, it's her 18th birthday!!!! whoohoohoo!!!) and i saw this real catchy phrase that so applies to me right now: "touch of familiarity". i need that badly because i'm still looking for something to look forward to in school. but so far, i have nothing but the hopes of running into Atom or seeing him shout his lungs out in a student demonstration. nothing feels like my old home. nothing at all. not even the food. nothing. the school breathes apathy and feeds on the students' last few drops of emotion, turning him into a colossal lump of dried out youth. yeah, i'm exaggerating. but like MTV said, "if you're not interesting, exaggerate." and for the first time ever, nothing is interesting. oh, except spanish. spanish is the only thing that makes me want to go to school. OMG, that's sad. the two things that make me want to go to that place are a freakishly perfect and practically impossible to reach activist and an elective. sad. i wish i was more positive about this change, but i can't be. not with all that ewwness... En UP hay mucho polvo y hace calor. muy mal.
Posted by juliecious at 10:29 PM |
crap. crap. crap. crap. for when you feel like crap
You know the feeling when you have to say stuff that you don’t believe in and that don’t make sense to you at all, just so the world could make sense to someone else?
You know the feeling when you have to be strong for someone, but no one else is there to be strong for you and you end up feeling alone and miserable (yet again)?
You know the feeling when you have to resolve to vague, style-less writing (worthy of a good-for-nothing, love-sick, lame-ass teenage ranting) just so people would think that you have the biggest problem in the world, therefore dealing with it makes you the strongest rational ape in the planet?
You know the feeling when you don’t want to feel anything (and usually, you are very capable of doing this) yet something bugs you like hell?
You know the feeling when you can’t do anything about something? No, actually nobody can do anything about it. The One Person who can, seems to think that nothing should be done about it in the first place.
I wish my problem was more in the line of “love” (yes, I still oppose the whole puppy love thing, hence am still a hater of sappy OPM songs *Hale is just as its name means, dangerous and overrated freak of nature*), friendship (I could go on and on making enemies), grades (this I could very much handle. I’m actually getting used to being behind the class) or plain old insecurity brought about by physical flaws inevitably caused by UP pollution.
I wish I could be more pathetic and weak so I could write what actually bothers me.
Now my head hurts.
Posted by juliecious at 05:05 PM |
