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Monday, August 28, 2006

developmental engineering

I am typing this little post with a heavy heart and a pair of equally heavy eyes. This has been a rough, unforgiving day; one that I dare not speak to myself again. For on this day, I receieved the result of my long assignment in Math 17(the greatest subject evah) and got a score of 38.5 out of 65, half a point below the passing grade. Such travesty, such tragedy. I will never, ever sleep peacefully again. Which is why I skipped doing my group's case study outline in Nasc5 so I can share to you all the great injustice that befell me.

You may now be wondering what the hell I'm doing in a Math 17 class when I'm so busy gloating on how profilific a writer I've been and that I have no time to mingle with numbers, or radicals or logarithms. To tell you honestly, I myself have no idea whatsoever. Back when I was filling up my UPCAT form, the only word I deliberately wrote was journalism. The rest were, in all writing glory, stream of conciousness. So there's no surprise that I was surprised when I was admitted in UPLB. But I was even more shocked with the course that accompanied the campus: CIVIL ENGINEERING DEMMET(I purposely wrote the 'demmet' beacuse that's how I want the course to be read; and when I become President of the country, I will permanently change the course's name into what I want it to be: a 'demmet' course). At first, I pushed through with it, anticipating the exciting(?) new challenges that await me. Little did I know the challenges that awaited me had 2x4s wrapped in barbed wire. After the petty, bloody, little beating I came to the realization that CED was not for me. And it sucked eggs. The problem now however, is the barbed wire coiled in the wooden planks that got a feel of what my body is like. Apparently its nasty barbs remained stuck in my heavenly skin, thus I have to take them off, lest they slide through my blood vessels and prick my heart.

So now, did that make any sense? Well, no. Then again, if only I had at least a little awareness back then, things would have been different. Way different.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

What are you going to do? Is this going to affect your status at UPLB? What did you Mom say? Please email me.

Wonderfully written though.
love, auntie bab

9:10 AM  

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