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(June 19 2008)

“G. Stanley Hall coined the phrase “Storm and Stress” with reference to adolescence. It’s three key aspects are: coflict with parents, mood disruptions and risky behavior” I answered with confidence. Prof. Maningas asked, “Could you give us an example of the “storms” that you have experienced in your adolescence?”

The only thing that came to my mind in that spur of the moment was my identity crisis. So I said, “I used to doubt about my gender”

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

I shouldn’t have opened that sensitive topic. Now I’m a lion in a lion’s den. I can feel the heat. They look at me like I’m some lessie in a girl’s uniform. I want to cry because of frustration.

We had our election of officers during our Fil 101 period. We were about to nominate for the two Sergent at arms. Since there were only three boys in our class- and the three of them were already nominated officers- the effin President said, “Okay, since tatlo lang yung boys natin, pwedeng dalawang babae. Ung isa pwedeng tomboy”

Tentenenetenen.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Someone nominated me.

Guess what?
I won the effin slot for Sergent at arms.
Misunderstood in so many ways.

One way or another. I’m always the loser.

Loser. Loser. Loser.

“I Used TO” is a phrase that means “in the past” or “before”.

Why can’t they just let it go?

I want to cry.

Could I grow my hair overnight?

But why should I get affected?

Who are they in my life anyway?

“People who mind don’t care, and people who care don’t mind”

Did I get it right?

Argh. I’m so frustrated.

Waaaay frustrated.

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!