The Laughables

My teachers are not only weird, but also funny. Here are some "whatever" thingies they have said in class:

Ma'am Vergara: 'Yung SARS...S-I-R...saka 'yung CowHead Disease...
(Mad Cow Disease po...)

Ma'am Vergara: Alam niyo ba ang Florante at La-u-wa, hah???

Ma'am Ong: And then there's the 'bongga-cious' entrance of Claudius...

But then the major source of "stipulative" definitions and "imaginary" terms is our Logic Prof:

"Essence is the whatness of things."

"The essence of the crocophant is a cross-breed between a crocodile and an elephant."

"Baka basahin n'yo 'tong chemistry ng 'tsemistri'. "

"Okay, let's not problematize that."

"Define comes from the words FINE...fee-neh ah...FINIS...and FIN, which means END.
So DEFINE MEANS DE-END."

Next time I must pay attention more to what they say...

The Teaching System

No..the real title is "Okrador", hahaha
but I'm just protecting myself from scrutiny so I think I must think of a reason why it is the title.

One: This is about my teachers...
Two: My teachers are boring...well just a few...and I don't like the teaching.

I do understand their TRADITIONAL WAY of teaching...
But HELLOOOOOH, each Psych student pays around PhP 3,000 per sem as fee for a three-unit subject alone.
I have 29 Units of subjects... so that would be around PhP 21,000 (I'm sorry I don't wanna calculate it'll take too much time haha I hate even simple arithmetic....).

I wouldn't pay that for teachers who:

...I don't see much in class.
(So, ganoon ba kamahal ang presensya nila?)
Except if the teacher is very good...very intellectual.
That alone will compensate...like Sir Gonzaga.
He knows well what he is teaching.

...Those who don't even use the PC's and the built-in LCD of the room.
(Eh di decoration lang 'yung mga 'yun???)
Well except for the teacher who is a walking book already.
Like Sir de Guzman. In Nuroanatomy we subsisted only on his lecture. No multimedia, just his drawings of the parts of the CNS. Still the best.

...Those who want US to teach ourselves through reports. (Nagbabayad ba kami para i-grade kami sa reporting?)
Sir Gonzaga and Ma'am Cris are examples of those teachers who loves class reportings.
Still they supplement the reports with thorough examples and clarifications.
Those are interactive. Those are alright. Except this one:
Well I know another teacher who bases h_ _ quizzes and exams on our reports. (hai...galing...)

...Those who would only go to class to chat with us.

OMG naman...

But I wouldn't mention those who failed us... but the good profs must be given due merit.

All the Psych teachers.
The Filipino teacher who loves talking. Patay di makatapos ng isang chapter in three meetings. But AT LEAST SHE TOTALLY EXPOUNDS ON THE TOPIC.

There's someone whom I do not like her style.
This teacher has the most number of critics...

This teacher's nice BUT I hope she teaches properly from now on.
Even the book of that teacher is erroneous.
The subject is notoriously boring but it can be transformed into something more interesting. What is the use of the LCD? Tsk..tsk... "Sayang..."

Okay maybe that's it... I hope I wouldn't encounter those kind of teachers in the future.

Musings...

1. When you enter the BREAK-UP Hotel, you'd see on its mirror TWO FACES:

First...A face who smiles and fakes it.

Second...A face who frowns and shows it.

In just one environment I saw both.

One is a cheerful, optimistic and neutral person

who spends time doing her responsibilities and talking to his boyfriend on the phone.

I should have warned her. Her boyfriend's status and age are telltale signs.

I just once told her "Be careful when the fourth month comes".

Then she started sending heart-breaking text quotes.

And now she isn't neutral anymore...she belongs now to a group...

she's still optimistic...she still smiles...her fantasy is gone.

"My shattered dreams and broken heart
Are mending on the shelf
I saw you holding hands
Standing close to someone else
Now I sit all alone
Wishing all my feelings was gone
I gave my best to you
Nothing for me to do
But have one last cry"

Then there's this girl...she belongs to the socialites' circle...very kikay and nice person...

I could still remember her sweetest smiles whenever she would tell me of this somebody who would give her "kilig to the max".

One day...I lose track of what was happening...then I just noticed her gloom.

Now...she doesn't even smile always anymore...

her genuine smiles and laughs are snatched away by the jerk.

Curse the guy,whoever it is.

That is the downside of love. So be careful in choosing.

Choose not based on superficial reasons...but on the ultimate ones.

Do not enter a relationship just for the sake or heck of it.

It might just wreck both of you...your friendship...even yourself.

I tell you... it might affect you all your life.

2. There's the fairest weather after the storm.

After the tandem storms Mina and Lando wreaked havoc in this Philippines, I just woke up to see the clearest sky that I ever saw this year. It was cloudless; it was just a whole span of heavenly blue hue, like staring at a baby's large clear blue irises in his eyes. And the northeastern monsoon bringing the coolest winds of the year.

The moral? It goes like "There's a rainbow always after the rain."

I mean, when you experience something painful, unpleasant, forgettable...just remember that something beautiful will eventually come to your life. When you're hurt, you may not understand what I mean. Give yourself time. Then you'll eventually discover what is that good thing in your life.

3. Love still turns the world around...even makes it upside-down.

I never thought this friend of mine in college will be softened by this four-letter word. We would still reminisce about that moment when he told me about "her" and I reacted with a loud half-disbelieving, half-surprised "AANOOOOOOOOOHHHH?!?!?!?!?!

One Monday morning at Ate Eva's (UST Main Bldg. Fourth Fl. Branch), I learned that while I was agonizing over my corporal punishment for gluttony (a.k.a. throwing up+diarrhea+loss of electrolytes+stomachache), he was satiating his need for "love". HAHA! I never thought he would soon feel that mushy feeling. Mushy, mushy feeling...He was such a toughie person, an atheist-wanna-be, then he would be jelly-legged and too emotional whenever he remember a secret that was disclosed to him.

So, everyday I could see the power of love being exercised on this big big confused guy. And my perception of him is also radically changed. How could such a toughie person be soooooooo affected with one single secret? Such mysteries of love and life.

Therefore...I conclude: never ever judge a person too soon. Just as our Logic teacher has told us: "When you judge someone, you stop knowing that person."

Hmm...phenomenological statement.

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