Friday Morning

So it occurred to me that I've let a week fly off without me ranting about things. Sad to say that I just ran out of things to deteriorate, thus probably making you all think that the world is slowly becoming a good place to live in. It's just that life has been just seriously good for me for the past few weeks, aside of course from the fact that I'm gradually becoming aware that I'm studying in a campus filled with people who dress themselves with such flamboyance, even if their faces look like shit. I'm not being insecure or anything...oh suck it - they make us all inferior to death.

Anyways, I'll give you a rundown of how the week went by:

Monday - Our respective professors for our differential calculus and solid mensuration classes finally showed up after failing to orient us on our supposed first meeting, which was last Wednesday and Thursday. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. All of my math professors now are members of the opposite sex. Well, so much for girl power. The number of males are dramatically increasing, and the girls are bovinely saying goodbye to their inner girlness. I can prove the latter so easily.

Tuesday - Graphics was...okay, I guess. At least I now have an outlet of my artistic shenanigan that is still unfortunately stuck in my head. I'm hoping that the friggin graphing kit that costs 5000 bucks will stand for its worth and let my creativity and imagination burst out like hell. Our professor for ENGLRES is yet to appear, as we all indulged again in an early dismissal. I bought three books for this term, and they hella cost a LOT. I swear I saw my mother's wallet weeping as she pulled out bills for my books that morning. 

Wednesday - I went to school two hours earlier than my first class to finally lift my butt off to the OUR and get that infamous form for manual dropping of courses. I decided days ago that I don't feel like ballroom dancing this term because of juvenile reasons I have no plans of elucidating, and I could definitely use the 90% refund to cover the expenses of the uber-expensive graphing kit. In that way, my mother's wallet will stop cursing me and striking my guilt every single time I need money. I mean, where the hell am I supposed to get money anyway? Ah, wallets nowadays.

Thursday - While my classmates are dancing their asses off at the sports complex, I submitted the form and claimed my revised EAF from the OUR (college talk, huh?). I hurried off to the accounting office to get my refund, but it sourly turned out that I can only claim it two months after the dropping period. What a shame. What a friggin fucking shitting shame. I apologized to my mother because I just snatched off 5000 bucks without compensating it on the same day. I don't know why, but I just felt kinda sorry for myself because I chose a course that is so expensive and demanding, I can barely keep up. With the whopping tuition and the list of things I have to buy, my parents should just like, let me stay at home or something. I'm a shithole anyway. Oh, and our ENGLRES professor ditched us all again. So some my classmates and I went to Andrew to complain about the non-existence of our professor and with obviously missing out three meetings already, our teacher is wasting our money and time. As it turns out, the teacher has been going to the wrong room for our ENGLRES period. Wrong room. What the hell.

In another story, I am finally experiencing REAL poverty everytime I go to school. Like yesterday, for instance. I went to school with only fifty pesos left in my wallet, and I haven't eaten anything. Yeah, not even breakfast. So you can just imagine my gargantuan thighs wobbling like hell by the time I reached fifth floor. I didn't even have cellphone load, for Christ's sake. I was just thankful that I saw mom and my brothers at the mall after class. If I didn't, I'd probably walk my way to home and be mugged or something.

But still.