(June 18 2008)
Two weeks. I’m in college for two weeks! See, time really flies by so fast.
So, what happened in my two weeks at Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Pasig?
To tell you the truth, I’m really not that, WHOAH! about my college life. If you know what I mean.
Our first day was really good. We were supposed to meet four professors but the other two didn’t show up. Yes, that means I got six hours for sleeping, doodling and reading that day. Then I went straight home.
The second day’s wash day and we only got one professor. On Wednesdays, we’re required to listen to him for three hours. Yak. But he’s a really good teacher. The only problem is that, he gets real mad if you do not follow instructions.
Like, if you’re deaf like me, that means you have to make sure you listen really, very carefully so that hindi ka mapapahiya.
Eeek. And guess what? I spelled absences, absentses in the temporary class card he asked us to make. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that some evil spirit blind him so he won’t see my absentses in the class card. Huhuhu.
No, I’m kidding about the evil spirit.
Now, this is really, very crucial. I’m about to type here a confidential matter. This is between you and me, my very precious reader.
I’m going to die because of a heart attack.
Yes, that would probably happen tomorrow or next week or next next week. But I’m sure it would be on a Monday or a Thursday. Exactly between 7:30 – 9:00. Cause of heart attack would probably be something named Maningas.
Eek.
I’m also kidding about my death.
But, who wouldn’t die if you’re inside a really, really, really hot room – and that’s not because of improper ventilation – with a TERROR! professor like Sir Maningas?
Omigod. One thing I wouldn’t do when I’m already a teacher is to use a Seat Plan to scare students. Really, that’s what he does. When nobody wants to answer, he uses that effin Seat Plan to call innocent students. WTF? If nobody wants to answer, then leave them alone! Why don’t he just become an interrogator, for cryin’ out loud?
Take Sir Glenn for example. He’s 23 and he’s hot and cute all in one and he doesn’t CALL STUDENTS who do not want to answer! See, real humans still exist.
Bottom line is, I HATE BEING INTERROGATED, period.
(^o~)College life will kill weak people when they’re not looking.
So, I have to be strong!
Hahaha, strong, huh?
I’m STRONG!
