And oh, for whatever it's still worth, my mom approved of my Yakal proposal. You know, at home, everything had to be scrupulously weighed. And duh! She's taken her time on deciding on it a bit too long. There's no guarantee for me get a slot now. My friends know that I've been longing for a dorm experience which spells a little more freedom and a little deprivation of minor stuffs. I think it's blown away.
So much for my dissatisfactions. I think I've been whiny enough.
Let's talk acads. I have a class under Quilop, a seemingly likable prof, sardonically speaking. But as what Mam Carlos repeatedly reminds us about, I can always make things turn out in my favor by being an eternal optimist. So even before anything crops up in his class, before I get called to recite (which can earn me 10 points for answers that are correct or not very correct but delivered convincingly and a song number if i fail to do otherwise) and be totally terrified by his intimidating demeanor, I've conditioned myself that getting a nice grade in his class is within hand-reach. Oooohhh, sounds a little suggestive. Don't think green. :-)
I also have a Bio class right after polsci. My prof, Dr. Herrera, is a complete opposite of Quilop. Her requirements subsume quizzes, exams, and hear this, sharing! Cheesy huh! But i tell you, it's a lot more fun. The two neutralize each other. Bio makes my temperance a little sober after polsci. Then after classes, I attend Socio 101 because it has all of my friends there and the room, though a bit congested, is way colder than any possible tambay-place in AS. I do this on a regular basis.
After all the acads, the much-awaited card games at sunken! I've morphed into a fun-freak na. Gone are the days when I'd choose to be in bed for naps after summer classes. In fact, I've never appreciated the sunken more. Or is it really the place and the games that I am enjoying? Hackneyed as it may sound, but those people whom I share the fun, which spiral wildly out of control, with are enough reason to enjoy the summer. Yikes! Too sappy. But really, with a friend who dances like those men in Gigolo in the tune of Rainbow, a friend who cries over few personal issues and wears a smile at the same time, a friend who talked me into listening to Jon Peter Lewis, a friend who complains he's in limbo, a friend who makes latter's limbo game really tough, a friend who gave me a tour of Yakal, a friend who updates me with latest chismis almost every night on the phone if her brothers aren't glued to ragnarok, a friend who had successfully convinced me to try San Mig light, a friend who's a future mag editor, and lastly, someone who is now too special; how can I not love this summer?
