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My first day in bullets after that one week almost-like-a-sembreak-but-not vacation of ours.

  • On my way to school this morning, I passed by the now famous Provident Village. And good God. Almost half of the streets were occupied, if not by mud, by hundreds of things that were damaged by the flood. There were still trucks or bulldozers or whatever inside the village cleaning up the mess. People are actually still wearing boots (the rubber ones) cause up to know, the place is still really muddy. Plus I’m guessing that the garbage trucks have not done its rounds yet cause the place still has a lot of trash. So yeah, brown’s the color of the day.
  • It took at least 20 minutes for the train to arrive at Katipunan. So I’m guessing you know what’s next, eh? Yup, I was freaking late. Which really wouldn’t suck if my first period today wasn’t Logic. Cause you see, my professor in that subject is, uh, let’s just say, has no mercy (and probably has no sympathetic bone on her body either). I was not able to take the first 3 numbers of our quiz (which by the way is just out of 5) cause I was late. Holy crap. No matter what I say, “Ma’m, the LRT was late.” “Ma’m, it was traffic in Marikina.” She just wouldn’t budge. “It’s not my problem anymore. You were late and that’s it.” Bullshit. Seriously, for a Logic professor, she is being utterly irrational. And not to mention a pain in the ass.
  • The LRT was like a total pack of sardines. You don’t even need to hold on to the safety hand rails just so you won’t fall on your ass. Well, there’s not really much of a story there. I just wanna share.
  • Since we don’t have our PE class anymore, we now have a whopping 4 and a half hour break. Talk about pure boredom. Fortunately (or unfortunately), our Logic professor dismissed us 30 minutes earlier. Which is quite odd cause she usually dismisses us on the exact time or later. So once again, we got stuck at the library (just because it was cold in there). After 15 minutes, a friend of mine decided that she would like to get her ears pierced (the top part, I don’t know what that’s called). Good thing she wanted that, cause then I’d be able to buy a new tongue ring. YEY! :) After that was a total blah blah blah for all of us. And that’s when I decided that I wanna go home already. Since we only have one more subject and as far as I know, we wouldn’t be doing anything important (i.e. quiz). So yeah, I ditched school. KIDS: Don’t do that. K?

Comments

Michael said…
Damn that teacher just as cold blooded. Yeah somehow in MRT as well in the morning you don't have to walk or even hold on something for yourself not to fall.
moonzkie said…
hahah.. your prof is really scary! ehhe...

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