I Am Blah, Blah Today
26 July 2010, MondayIt’s the first day of another school week. We should start our Monday right... and I did mine reluctantly. I need more sleep, okay? But anyway, I’m getting used to college as time passes by.
We had our first short and memorized speech in our Filipino classes today; named the different functions in an OpenOffice.org Writer (with the help of each other’s skills, knowledge, and cheating capabilities); and had endless numbers and operations in Math. I am serious when I say that I miss and prefer Algebra over Business Math. I like X’s and Y’s better than addition and blah blah of big numbers.
This day went good. Nothing extraordinary. I always see First College Crush (I still won’t name him!) so I’m not sad or feeling incomplete. Nah, I’m bluffing. That’s not how I feel; it’s just a crush – defensive!
*sings* When I met you boy my heart went knock, knock. // Now them butterflies in my stomach won't stop, stop.
I was insanely lame and just-myself today.27 July 2010, TuesdayI had a lot of realizations today, much to my desire.
First, I realized that our *insert subject name here* professor pisses me off. She had canceled our supposed-to-be-long-but-turned-out-to-be-just-a-20-item-quiz, because the majority of us didn’t review! What the hell everyone? Are we still stuck in high school? Even in my old school we don’t cancel quizzes. It was just frustrating... But anyway, I didn’t bother making my head burn. I didn’t want to ruin my day just because of delays. And I’m not inconsiderate, so whatever.
Second, I realized that Microeconomics is not for me.
Really. It makes me sleepy... and I don’t like curves, graphs, and theories.
Third, I am finally positive that I adore Prof. Erika. I love every English subject educator. My first mission: A+ in Communication Arts!
I felt like Gautama Buddha today (because of the realization stuffs).28 July 2010, WednesdayThis was one of them days that I won’t forget... ever!
I was quite excited for our first hands-on exercises in Basic Computer because we’d be using MAC computers. Yes, I was ignorant. I was naive. I didn’t even know how to log it off! We don’t have MACs at home; we’re just poor people.
The use of MAC wasn’t the reason why this day’s unforgettable. I’m not that shallow. It’s because of our first NSTP outreach program in an almost-depressed area somewhere in Taguig City. We cooked the food for the people, served and fed them. It was overwhelming. The smiles on their faces miraculously eased the pain of my quite-burnt skin. It was such an amazing experience.
I was very tired this day, but it felt amazing and fulfilling.29 July 2010, ThursdayI felt stupid, looked stupid, and was just plain stupid this day.I was very excited when our PE1 professor announced that we’d be having running exercises this meeting. I missed running like a mad escaped prisoner. I like to run because I feel like flying (since there really isn’t Quidditch in the muggle world). But I guess my lack of physical exertion these past months made my endurance weak. I was actually planning (and dreaming) of becoming the “Last Student Standing”... or
running, in our case. But geez, I was the first one to quit! Failure!
All the remaining adrenaline in my system had dissolved when I learned that we’d be having our medical exams today, and unfortunately, it involved blood test and scary and dangerous needles. Oh no! And oh yes,
I hate needles. I run away from them. I fear them. I faint because of them. I tremble for thy needles. I cry because of them. Okay then, I admit, I cried –
baby cry, not teenager cry. Since I can’t throw tantrums or run away back home that moment, I just cried my fear out. But the nurse had successfully managed to get some precious blood out of me. I still cried after the extraction.
Extraction... even the word freaks me out! Other people (professors, administrators, the President!) and my schoolmates saw my puffy eyes, and I was so embarrassed that I could have my own star in the Walk of Shame! I’m quite proud of myself because I got through, but I wouldn’t make contact with those needles again if I have the chance.
My dramatic scene earlier made me sleepy while taking PHGC exams. I pulled through. It wasn’t that hard. I am sure that I now have one mistake (I answered Archeologist instead of Historian). I hope that mistake won’t grow into mistakes.
30 July 2010, FridayI had my realizations again... same subjects.
I realized that I sucked in *insert subject name here*. I know that I will get 13 points out of 20 in our delayed quiz. I didn’t even understand the questions. Now I’m scared of the coming Preliminary exams next week. I seriously need to review this weekend.
I fear Microeconomics’, too. Prof. Mandrake said that he had made a multiple choice-type of test, but still, the lessons kill me! Hey brain, be patient please? Tough week ahead.
We had our exams in Communication Arts today, which was a surprise in our part. Thank goodness Prof. Erika just gave us Common Sentence Errors as the questions. I still am confused with the correct form of verbs for indefinite pronouns. So... five examinations to go!
I love Fridays.
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I Am Blah, Blah Today
26 July 2010, MondayIt’s the first day of another school week. We should start our Monday right... and I did mine reluctantly. I need more sleep, okay? But anyway, I’m getting used to college as time passes by.
We had our first short and memorized speech in our Filipino classes today; named the different functions in an OpenOffice.org Writer (with the help of each other’s skills, knowledge, and cheating capabilities); and had endless numbers and operations in Math. I am serious when I say that I miss and prefer Algebra over Business Math. I like X’s and Y’s better than addition and blah blah of big numbers.
This day went good. Nothing extraordinary. I always see First College Crush (I still won’t name him!) so I’m not sad or feeling incomplete. Nah, I’m bluffing. That’s not how I feel; it’s just a crush – defensive!
*sings* When I met you boy my heart went knock, knock. // Now them butterflies in my stomach won't stop, stop.
I was insanely lame and just-myself today.27 July 2010, TuesdayI had a lot of realizations today, much to my desire.
First, I realized that our *insert subject name here* professor pisses me off. She had canceled our supposed-to-be-long-but-turned-out-to-be-just-a-20-item-quiz, because the majority of us didn’t review! What the hell everyone? Are we still stuck in high school? Even in my old school we don’t cancel quizzes. It was just frustrating... But anyway, I didn’t bother making my head burn. I didn’t want to ruin my day just because of delays. And I’m not inconsiderate, so whatever.
Second, I realized that Microeconomics is not for me.
Really. It makes me sleepy... and I don’t like curves, graphs, and theories.
Third, I am finally positive that I adore Prof. Erika. I love every English subject educator. My first mission: A+ in Communication Arts!
I felt like Gautama Buddha today (because of the realization stuffs).28 July 2010, WednesdayThis was one of them days that I won’t forget... ever!
I was quite excited for our first hands-on exercises in Basic Computer because we’d be using MAC computers. Yes, I was ignorant. I was naive. I didn’t even know how to log it off! We don’t have MACs at home; we’re just poor people.
The use of MAC wasn’t the reason why this day’s unforgettable. I’m not that shallow. It’s because of our first NSTP outreach program in an almost-depressed area somewhere in Taguig City. We cooked the food for the people, served and fed them. It was overwhelming. The smiles on their faces miraculously eased the pain of my quite-burnt skin. It was such an amazing experience.
I was very tired this day, but it felt amazing and fulfilling.29 July 2010, ThursdayI felt stupid, looked stupid, and was just plain stupid this day.I was very excited when our PE1 professor announced that we’d be having running exercises this meeting. I missed running like a mad escaped prisoner. I like to run because I feel like flying (since there really isn’t Quidditch in the muggle world). But I guess my lack of physical exertion these past months made my endurance weak. I was actually planning (and dreaming) of becoming the “Last Student Standing”... or
running, in our case. But geez, I was the first one to quit! Failure!
All the remaining adrenaline in my system had dissolved when I learned that we’d be having our medical exams today, and unfortunately, it involved blood test and scary and dangerous needles. Oh no! And oh yes,
I hate needles. I run away from them. I fear them. I faint because of them. I tremble for thy needles. I cry because of them. Okay then, I admit, I cried –
baby cry, not teenager cry. Since I can’t throw tantrums or run away back home that moment, I just cried my fear out. But the nurse had successfully managed to get some precious blood out of me. I still cried after the extraction.
Extraction... even the word freaks me out! Other people (professors, administrators, the President!) and my schoolmates saw my puffy eyes, and I was so embarrassed that I could have my own star in the Walk of Shame! I’m quite proud of myself because I got through, but I wouldn’t make contact with those needles again if I have the chance.
My dramatic scene earlier made me sleepy while taking PHGC exams. I pulled through. It wasn’t that hard. I am sure that I now have one mistake (I answered Archeologist instead of Historian). I hope that mistake won’t grow into mistakes.
30 July 2010, FridayI had my realizations again... same subjects.
I realized that I sucked in *insert subject name here*. I know that I will get 13 points out of 20 in our delayed quiz. I didn’t even understand the questions. Now I’m scared of the coming Preliminary exams next week. I seriously need to review this weekend.
I fear Microeconomics’, too. Prof. Mandrake said that he had made a multiple choice-type of test, but still, the lessons kill me! Hey brain, be patient please? Tough week ahead.
We had our exams in Communication Arts today, which was a surprise in our part. Thank goodness Prof. Erika just gave us Common Sentence Errors as the questions. I still am confused with the correct form of verbs for indefinite pronouns. So... five examinations to go!
I love Fridays.
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Already several months had passed, and I am missing
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry more and more each fleeting day. There are just some things in life that we can never forget – especially that something that had given us knowledge, skills, strong relationships and a second home. I am glad that everything in the magical world is now at peace, since Voldemort (yes, I can now say his name; no need to be afraid) had died. I had secretly admired Tom Marvolo Riddle (Voldemort’s birth name) though, because of his intelligence, passion and love for magic. Wasn’t he very clever to think of and conjure his seven
Horcruxes to preserve his life, or form a clan of
Death Eaters who were very loyal to him and would give up their lives just for him to succeed? Not everybody can acquire that much loyalty from people these days. I do not, however, admire him for the way he had carried out all of his plans. He had a good agenda, his means just weren’t morally right. But he still is one of the darkest wizards of all time… and let’s leave it that way.
Oh, for all those who are baffled of what I’m saying here and who the heck I am, my name is
Christine Faye Ordas, and I am an alumnus of Hogwarts. I came from the bronze-and-blue-clad house of the smart ass witch Rowena Ravenclaw and her dictum
“Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.” And yes, I know the wonderful Luna Lovegood (she’s such a darling) and Harry Potter’s first crush Cho Chang. I had just left Hogwarts last May. Right now I am trying to pursue a career in magical researches, literature and writing. It’s my dream to inscribe intellectual books, publish and sell them in
Flourish and Blotts for the future Hogwarts students’ use. I am also planning to credibly write for the
Daily Prophet, the magical world’s primary news bulletin. And of course, I will be very much honored to contribute to Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood’s
Quibbler (hence, my interest in magical researches). I have always found the Lovegoods a fascinating family, and I bet working with and for them will be very exciting. Or maybe, in Merlin’s beard’s time, I can write legends and bedtime stories like the famous – and wickedly brilliant – Beedle the Bard.
And that’s how my life goes these days. I am utterly missing my old school, my friends, the Great Hall, the bronze eagle knocker just outside the Ravenclaw common room, Professor Flitwick (the head of our house), Hogsmeade, the Quidditch matches (although I didn’t actually play for the house), the moving portraits, the castle ghosts, the pumpkins on Halloween, the giant pine trees on Christmas, Rubeus Hagrid’s (Hogwarts’ gamekeeper) tea and treacle fudge – even the crabby Argus Filch (Hogwarts’ caretaker) I miss. Maybe I can visit the school grounds sometimes and see how the magical world’s been doing since Voldemort died (I’ve been spending my months in the muggle world, you see). I’ve heard everybody’s been moving on and starting all over again; the ministry is back on work under Kingsley Shacklebolt; and Harry Potter’s scar haven’t been disturbing him since.
All is well, indeed.
And because of that, we should celebrate and drink firewhisky! Oh, I still don’t drink firewhisky; I can take butterbeer or tea or pumpkin juice – just not firewhisky, please.
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