What-els is there to talk about? 
Where Have I Been?
Past weeks had been a mixture of sleepless days and nights, sleepovers, fast food meals, and series of non-appearance at home.
Reincarnated to be a High School Student. Maybe, I have an unfinished business as a HS student. I haven’t planned a cool prank, perhaps?
Band. Age. with Mon and some RCY people. A break from my usual uneventful but happy Friday nights at home in front of the most important machine in my life~ laptop.
QC Youth Summit elimination round.
Cheer Dance competition- Who would leave their beds in the middle of the night just to go to streets and sleep there? Well, we would. All for the love of UP. Actually, we sleep walk til Araneta so it was not really big hassle.
RCY indoctrination. This was my first time to facilitate an activity for FR. I remember when I was one of the indoctrinates, I was so scared I thought I will end up with some bruises and humiliating experience. But I didn’t. It was definitely one of the most memorable experience in my entire college life.
SANDUGUAN DAY 1
What is fun about being a blood request head is that people think you are saving people’s lives when you are actually just sitting doing nothing aside from receiving randomly bad news at random days and passing the bad news to random people.
SANDUGUAN DAY 2
Cut three classes to man a blood drive for the lifetime of others. Oh no. I am not telling this for you to think that I am such a hero! Actually, this is just one of my excuses to skip the ever-boring lectures done inside the class. So win-win situation, I guess.
QC Youth Summit Class Photo shoot
This class made me stay on the phone for the whole sem calling people from different schools. I am also indebted to this class for my first-ever real divi experience.
QC Youth Summit Prod Work- Working til late at night to successfully pull this event.
QC Youth Summit
3am call time. We were on the venue finishing all necessary props and whatsoever for the event. Thank God, we were able to claim victory after all.
Last day of class. Celebrate the success of QC Youth Summit! New friends!
Now, so-long-forgotten acads, we meet again.
I was labeled a failure
Call me coward for not fighting up to my last brain cell’s breath. Alright, alright, I’m sorta scared of earning my first cinco so I ran away like a frightened child. Dropping, they say, is the easiest way out but really, guys, it is not that simple. Admitting to yourself that you have to let go already, accepting that you can’t really make it whatever kneeling and thousand pleases you do. It is more painful if you felt like you’ve already abused your brain for working almost 24hours a day solving numeric problems and yet, you don’t get the right answers. And what is more humiliating than you’re literally crawling on your way out yet your classmates are all still happy and gay.
Well, then. I am a summer drop-out! So what?!
What did I do all afternoon?
Crying my eyes out. Telling my parents that I’m dropping one subject for the first time in my entire college life. Oh, but that’s not the problem, I know they would understand. Plus,they don’t really care that much. Anyway, the reason for all the bawling and sobbing this afternoon is that I actually can’t accept that I did not win over this effin subject. Honestly, I took this subject quite serious. I did study couple of days for the exam and even went to church after my classes to pray and ask for wisdom and all those things you say to Him when you’re in dire need to pass a subject.
So why didn’t I pass?
Maybe… I’m stupid.
TWO MORE. TWO MORE. TWO MORE PAPERS AND I’M DONE WITH THIS ANNOYING SEMESTER.
- I’ve been through “you barely made it, Ms. Meniado” scene with my Prof. announcing my almost failure in front of the class.
- Those moments when I needed to tell myself “I’m actually smart, I am smart” just to boost my self-esteem.
- Those exam results that made me feel that I’m in purgatory.
- Those Professors who have let the semester to end without knowing my existence.
- Missing my first class because I can’t decide what to wear
- The e-mail that I’ve sent telling my Prof that I don’t want to sit on her class next semester anymore.
- The SET that I’ve taken seriously because I’m f*cking annoyed at my Professors. I consumed the whole space of comment box, no exaggeration, to pour my utmost hatred to one of my Professors.
- To those times when I wanted to ‘unfriend’ all my friends because I think they are making me feel so stupid by not including me to those ‘intellectual’ discussions.
To all, a not-so-recognizable peace sign!
L, take care of the Phil
-SMonsod
“What is the matter with you? you get excited with all these cameras.”
So yeah. Our last class with Monsod was covered by GMA. But I’m sorry to the network because Monsod’s diskarte was ruined by one student who taped her “huling hirit” last sem.
In my desperation to get any proof that I took Monsod’s class, I gathered all my guts and asked for her autograph. HAHA.
Last words:
“I’ve walked-out from you and swallowed my pride and came back, that’s how important you are.”
PS.
I was aiming for her to write on the blank space, but yeah, she’s the boss! What else can I do?
That awkward feeling when..
you’re literally erupting with genuine happiness because the dreadful exam was moved one week later. But then you see your friends on their lemon-sucking face because they were hella excited for the exam!
Caught.
Sorry. I’m afraid you might think that I am not very serious with my studies, which is not true. HAHA. Urgh. My three-hour class really bores me, can’t help to sleep. Besides, I have a very short attention span so it is really not my Prof’s fault, well, maybe part of.
Dear Sir HipHop,
This, I write because I can no longer fathom what you want me to do. Sometimes I’d like to think that you’re giving me too much attention than what I needed because I’m so smart, I make you nervous. HAHA. But that was to hide the suspicion that YOU HATE ME. You hate me because I constantly yap with my friends during your class. You ask me “Ms. Meniado, what’s wrong?” when you hear me talking And when I am not talking as I read a book, which is not at all related to your subject, you demand “Ms. Meniado, what are you reading?”. If I didn’t know that in a classroom, one should be listening. I prolly gave you a nice answer to your question. Since you don’t want me to talk, I made means so I could tell my friends my weird observations and things-that-couldn’t-wait-to-be-unfold during the class. I pass notes instead. No more talking. But then, you question me what is my problem?!
Okay. Didn’t you know that my face is burning every time you cast the look of “you-think-you’re-brilliant-enough. Stop-being-a-nuisance”. Argh. I am ready to raise a white flag and surrender. So today, when I am meek as a lamb. With my eyes on you, pretending trying to grasp the essential of your discussion and giving responses to your questions and with bonus nods to every end of your sentence. I probably deserve an award but you told me, “Ms. Meniado, are you sick?You look pale.”
But I hope you don’t hate me. Do you? Please don’t, because you’re my HipHop Prof and I like you because of that. :D
