Friday, June 22, 2007
#51: MY FRESHIE LIFE IN BULLETS
The time for spring cleaning has come! Since I have tons of assignments to accomplish and xerox copies of readings to, well, read, this is naturally the perfect opportunity to clear the cobwebs in my blog and update it. Harr. So much things happened in the past few (or many) days since the last blog post that I can't manage to remember 'em all. Gotta remember 'em all, Pokemon! What the.
Anywhoo, here's what I DO remember since I first set foot in the UP Diliman Campus:
> The first thing that struck me was, "Why is UP so HUGE?!!". Back in my beloved high school the distance from our first class to the next is just a nosepick away. Now you have to literally kill yourself to reach your favorite Math class. Jeez.
> Then there's the people. UP holds the largest variety: the geeks and nerds (of course), the fashionistas, socialites, fat gross people, goths, downright ugly kids, teens who don't wear undies, and gorgeous, one-of-a-kind people like me. The weirdest introduction I've heard so far from a classmate is this:
-_-: if you make me an angered specie you're gonna be an endangered specie! rawr.
o_O: er.. kuru?
> I thought it would be hard to win friends. But it really isn't. In UP, where thousands of people from different places in the archipelago unite in a piece of hundred-acre land, you're bound to meet someone with the same wavelength as yours. In my dormitory alone, I've met people from as far as Leyte, Davao, and Ilocos. Though I don't speak their language, we sure as hell understand each other through our ever-intellectual minds. And of course, I thank Manuel Quezon for making Tagalog the national language. Mwahuggz for you, mah man.
> Another thing in UP is that you're free to say practically anything you want and not give a damn. Hey, in our college orientation alone there's this rally that got me so exhilirated. Yeah i'm warfreak. You jealous?
Let me share to you a dialogue of me and one of my blockmates:
^_^: Hey bitch! Bat nga pala wala ka nung first meeting natin nung orientation? >_<: Kasi akala ko rally ung nasa labas e.
^_^: Rally? Bouvlacs (boblaks, sosi version) ka ba? Yun ung pila nung mga blocks!
>_<: E kasi... me mga hawak silang... plaque cards... at illustreyshon boards... ^_^: *rotfl*
Haha. So anong pinaglalaban ng mga taong me hawak na 'K-9', 'G-10', at 'F-2'? Tuition fee increase? Haha. Wala lang. So that's it. Now I call my blockmates bitches for the first time and they just laugh and say that's a good one. Ah, the perks of free speech.
> And last and certainly, undeniably and superlatively the least are the classes and the profs that abound the student's hectic schedules. Just like in high school, you get to meet all sorts of teachers: me 60 yrs old na buntis, me talsik laway(wag kang uupo sa harap), me promotor ng jugjug("uuy pareho silang science high school at course!" e anu naman?), me power and energy-savers ("Class, tinatamad akong magturo. We're giving ourselves a free time!". Yeah, right.) at syempre, me normal naman. But they're really, really rare. Pero ang kinaiinisan ko talagang teacher ay ang aking Kasaysayan 1 teacher, Mr. Hernandez-zwatsisneym.
15 mins into the class...
"Class, sorry i'm late, pumunta pa ko sa faculty center para blah blah blah..."
30 mins...
"So, this is... Kas 1 Class. But before I give the introdution, I want to tell you a story about *insert corny story here*" syempre tatawa ang klase. Prof yan e.
45 mins...
"Now before my introduction on the subject let's have the class attendance. Let's see... *Insert class attendance, kung saan tatanungin ni Mr. Hernandez-zwatsisneym kung present o absent ang student. As if makakasagot yung absent di ba. Tapos gagawa ng joke tungkol sa mga pangalan, e.g. 'Habon' gagawing 'sabon'. Pag wala nang maisip tatanungin niya ang year, course, high school, province, place of origin, skin tone at blood type.* Umabot ng 30 mins yung routine. Effective na pamatay-oras.
1 hr, 15 mins...
"*insert corny joke**insert corny joke**insert super corny joke**insert prof's experience in China**insert dreadful anecdote**insert common joke, yung tungkol sa banana*
1 hr, 30 mins...
"Oops, time na! I'll just give the introduction next time. Which reminds me. That next time I'm talking about would be next week. I'll be in Palawan for a seminar, so I'll be absent next time. In the meantime, get yourselves busy by reading *insert 300+ page book here* and *insert 20-page article here* and making a 5-page summary about it. Arial 11, single-spaced, computerized. Adieu!"
HUWAAAHHHT?! Hnlabo! T__T
So ayun, that's some experience I've had in my first few days as a UP student. This is quite a place full of repetitive culture-shocks. Well anyway, that's it. I'm gonna make a Part 2 if I would have time next week. In the meantime I'm gonna be reading the book and the article. But then again, maybe I'mma just do it later. Lazee!
"Remember this face, y'all, I'm gonna be famous!"
it got me home
11:56 PM
