MIDTERM MADNESS

August 22, 2007 at 3:46 am

Midterm is nearing to hit me. I didn't foresee it would be coming so soon. Well, I think it's quite high time to reflect some adorable (if there is) and not so adorable things I've done over my first quarter in the university living away from my parents.

First week, I got robbed at my boarding house. I find it silly to cry but I did. I think I just missed everybody way back home and it was intensified by the thought that I have doubtful mates, sadly. I've adjusted so much. I'm not good at it. I'm glad to have some old high school pals around and the centree which shed me a little welcome-to-the-university comfort. That's no wonder, it became my second favorite place in the campus. I buy a lot of Choco Muchos in the stalls under it. Though some caused serious infection in my throat, they make me feel good. Indeed, Willy Wonka was right when he said that chocolate produces phenylethanyl which is the same substance produced when you're in love. I'm loveless, you see, but I don't feel like I am. (laughs) I really miss high school.

Madam Nel who’s greatest joy in life is grammar and a self-confessed literature leech, bet that I’ll miss her. That’s really obvious. I tried out for the university paper because she and Madam Bevs believe that we have writing potentials. I’m afraid, for three years of serving our school, I’m still a novice because until now I found some matter in journalistic writing still strange. The required articles on the screening are surprisingly intermediate, I just lacked time. I submitted few of the most dreadful articles I ever made. And I would be ashamed to read it again.

Accidentally, (laughs) I qualified. At first, I was glad because my professors recognized me easily. My psychology professor knows me by name (though she mispronounces it) because of the excuse letter issued upon my first assignment. But I realized that it’s far more than having the recognition. Service. Our editors are the coolest people in the school for me, and that building (CAL) became my favorite place in BU.

There came our first laboratory. Dry lab in Chemistry. I broke a ceramic spatula. Clumsy creature. My professor remained calm about it, which gave me the idea that it happens most of the time. But with due penalties, I have to answer the laboratory technician for a replacement.

I call it a series of unfortunate events because the next school day I got my lowest grade in college. 79. Logic quiz. And I lost a hundred. The newly, on-time but “not so excellent” posted wall news gave me a cheerful relief. Even without my name on it, I feel extraordinary boastful over my lungs. I’ve written an article there, hey! Who cares if I’m 79 in Logic yesterday? But you know, the credit is greater if it’s just between you and your lungs.

The sum of my recitation in English was fine. But fine isn’t enough. Amph. I need to hit the air more than usual so that I can catch up a fair hundred points before the week after.

I’ve been enjoying some company, too. The serious and grumpy faces during the first weeks of the semester suddenly changed to wacky and friendlier smirk. I love being here. I’m proud of this university. I got my library card, my favorite stuff this week, you know. I have my high school picture stuck on it. Plain and pure. Reminds me of how demure I’ve been.

We’ve spent a lot of time in the library this week. That’s very lucky that the four of us, Mark, who acts and somehow looks like Marlon, Alchi, who almost memorized Lindsay’s lines in Mean Girls and Vanna who encoded the script in less than a break finished it before Friday. If not, well, we’ll spoil the declared HOLIDAY.

That’s really not a good idea, intolerable. Since nobody wants an overtime (without even a pay!),‘t was done beforehand. Cheers!

I finished three books. Of course, The Half-Blood Prince is the best among them. Thanks to my editor for lending me the book. It was remarkable. I’ve break a record, too, finishing James Patterson’s Sam’s Letters to Jennifer in 24 hours. And I hold it responsible for a dizzy day after. Coelho’s The Alchemist is also good. Very intellectual.

Take note, INTELLECTUAL became my favorite word. I use it to describe things that can’t be understood by superficially looking at it. I use it to describe girls who sit in the library alone and produce tears while appearing not to cry. I use it to describe myself. You know, it’s easy to look happy than to explain why you’re lonely. But it’s even harder inside and only an intellectual can do that.

I had allergies which we misinterpreted to be measles. I never knew in my history that I was allergic with shrimp. Bizarre. I’m a bit well. I’ve been missing so much of the outside world, peers, Choco Mucho, funny jokes, not so funny jokes and my responsibilities.

The slogans I’ve seen lately are amusingly clever, I can’t help but snort. These are some, “They laugh at me because I’m different, I laugh at them because they’re all the same”, “Ang lason ba pag expire na, lason pa rin?” and the slogan of all time, “Approximately, 2.” Hahaha…

This quarter gave me a lot of things to laugh about and more things to feel bad with, too. I thank Him for all of them, though. “He grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.” He will always be my Master and in His hands I am strong – until the next quarter and the next and the next.

:) Wink*