The Cause

I'm up and early because I don't want to skip posting for this week, especially that the week has been particularly fun and taxing.

Actually I'm geared up to tell you what happened to that INC grade of my last semester. Well, it's still an INC. To make a long story short, our professor didn't accept the paper I made for the group and he notified the group to make another one. So they did, this time without me.

So that's the taxing part I was telling you about. The in-between part of that fun and taxing descriptions is UNIV. We have to submit the first draft of our non-UP research paper on December 10 but until now, we haven't gone interviewing Sugo's directors and scriptwriters yet, which is an extremely vital part of our paper. So why is it fun? Simply because it's always fun to be busy.

Hmmm, maybe I'll rethink that last sentence.

In front of Gateway Mall last Wednesday, we were waiting for the doors of the place to open. Dana, Elsie, and I were among the first ones to line up for Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. We're not really fanatics but it was our first block-out (y know, block outing), even though there were only three of us from the block. Here's the future member of my scrapbook litters:



I slept at 2:30 am last Friday night, designing posters and flyers for Klub Tala, my club outside UP, which is composed of female U.P.-Ateneo students who do good at least once a week - that is my case 'cause my clubmates are already inherently good people. Speaking of Klub Tala, we're having a big fundraising project going on. We're selling raffle tickets that are for a good cause, of course. Here's what they look like:


and up-close:


Regardless of its glossy finish and expensive-looking print job, one ticket only costs P20. I'd really appreciate it if you'd buy because we're badly in need of funds and when we already have them we can hold better projects and purchase more activity props for the kids. Plus, you may win TV, MP3 player, or a Flashdisk with that benevolent move. Naks.

Okay? Okay.

Welcome on Board

I guess you'll be reading less posts of mine in the following weeks (or even months). Well, you know why, do you? Yes, I live in two houses now. The one is my real house here in Antipolo, the one where pooch Charlie enjoys barking at random passers-by and flirting with cute female doggies. The other is my boarding house, the one that's a few steps away from Ronnie Rickets' The Barn Bistro restaurant and a jog away from U.P. And because boarding houses don't have internet connections, I can only go online every weekend which is sad, I know, but I'm having this hip computer with me there while Dad's going to buy a new one for him. No internet but more PC games. That's something.

Aside from the total coolness that Jen's condo unit is just a block away and Daniw is on the same street, living in a boarding house enables me to stay out late than I used to and eat pancakes for breakfast five days a week. Even though I was troubled by the fact that there's no Mom anywhere near, it's crazy that for the first time I'm living and surviving on my own (with my parents' money, of course).

Last Wednesday, I helped out with the Urban Service Project's career orientation program as a speaker and facilitator to junior and senior high school students at a public high school in Balara. It was exhausting but I loved speaking to them about wise career planning. I don't know why but there's just this discreet joy inside when I'm talking in front of an audience. It's weird that while most others have stage fright, I can have the microphone. I guess I have this hidden, inner teacher-politician that I don't often accommodate. But it's not that I don't get nervous when I'm on stage. I actually have this uncontrollable hand trembling when holding the microphone and I try so hard to hide it so my observers won't notice the discomfort.

I'm pretty thrilled that the second semester is underway. It's the first time that I will have my blockmates as classmates. There's a fellow K5-er with me in every class. Just imagine that! Plus, I don't have classes on Wednesdays! On Wednesdays!

With Wednesdays free, I can be Harry Potter-ing with friends, miss less meetings with my students, hang with Jen, not cram term papers, not sweat for P.E., attend meditations, and have more sleep.

See you next weekend!

Inc *cough* complete.

I'm crying out loud:

an INC!

What did I do?

I passed every requirement required and wrote every paper not required and crammed our GROUP paper ALONE and went to every field trip and every film and every class.

And now an INC?

I'm telling you, my professor is making a huge, hard, heartless mistake.