Wednesday, October 18, 2006
I’ve recently joined the bandwagon and added an account in Multiply.
I’m still a little bit woozy about how the whole thing works, and I'm still trying to decipher the whole system. My biggest issue with Multiply is that you have to define your relationship with the people you’re multiplied (?) with.
I gave Tere the title of “ex-wife.” So what does it make the rest of the people I’m friends with?
***The first semester will soon be over. I don’t know if I’ll pass my two undergrad subjects. I found out that I get easily distracted nowadays as compared to when I was a full-time student.
It’s just so stressful to go sit in a classroom for two hours when I could be outside, talking to my friends. If truth be known, I would rather be out playing cards with a bunch of friends than finish a paper due in so and so days.
But I can’t quit because I don’t know what I’ll do if I did. I could take workshops in photography or learn a new language, but it’s just not as interesting as my current subjects.
***Last Sunday, I went to my final examinations for Comparative Literature. Yes, you read it right, on a SUNDAY.
I just came from Pam’s birthday bash and I only slept for 30 minutes before I bought a grande mocha from Seattle’s Best and headed straight to a ghost town of a school.
If you think UP’s expansive on a school day, wait until you have it all to yourself on a Sunday. We had the whole CAL building all to ourselves and we could scream our hearts out and no one would complain about it.
After handing to us the questionnaires, our prof left the classroom and will not be seen for the next hour and a half. When he returned, he said he ate his breakfast and he regrets that he did not bring his laptop.
“It’s boring,” he complained.
“Sir, you’re bored with us?” one classmate asked.
“No, no! It’s boring to wait while you finish your exams,” he said while he rested his chin on his hands.
While he was away, some of my classmates went out too and bought themselves food. Some went at the back of the room to smoke. Others discussed where the Marxist feminism can be found in a story that involved a woman eating a half-lizard, half-man of a husband.
Then out of sheer frustration and boredom, we all started to sing “A whole new world” inside the classroom.
It was the first class that I enjoyed and liked my classmates since my 4C5 days.
***Words of wisdom for the week:
Self-preservation first-Tewe
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