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Tuesday, June 3rd, 2003
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5:14p - curious, this day (and yesterday too)
yesterday i'd gone to UP to enrol my subjects. yes, i'm studying again. my mother wonders why, and even the laundry lady says, "di pa nga ako nakatapos, nag-aaral ka ulit?" i didn't even finish school, and you're studying again??"
i waited in line at the office of the university registrar to get my admission slip. thankfully, we were given numbered stubs and permitted to wait seated on the many monobloc chairs scattered about in a supposedly orderly fashion. i arrived at 8:30; the office opened at 8:00. the stub the guard begrudgingly handed me was numbered 101; there were already 100 people in line before me! at 8:30 in the freakin' morning!
so fine. i wait. i have a ton of editing with me, so i figure i can do that instead of reading the book i'd brought. fine. two hours pass. my editing is about three-fourths done, and the counters are only serving numbers 50 to 52. great. two hours more i must wait.
my friend melissa arrives. by virtue of her having waited in vain the friday past, she is now armed with a priority slip, released to those unfortunate souls who remained unattended to by the time the office was closing. she arrives with friend, waves at me, and proceeds with determination to the counter. she waves her priority slip. "they better honor it or else somebody's gonna die," she'd said in an SMS earlier. and like magic, in she goes to the office, straight to one of the officers within. the others still waiting, gazing mournfully at their numbered stubs, watch her with a sinking heart.
i go on with my editing.
she emerges triumphant, walks over to me and inquires after the status of my enrolment. "i just need my admission slip," i tell her, "and then i go back to mass com for enlistement, i think." she wishes me good luck and leaves.
a few minutes alter, she returns, and beckons me to her side. "here, you'll need this. they didn't take it from me anyway," she whispers with a grin, pushing a slip of paper in my hand. it is the priority slip that had been issued her. "melissa, you're an angel. thank you thank you thank you!" it was all i could do to keep from jumping about and squealing! she left me with a giggle. "good luck!"
as she leaves, i ponder for a moment the morality of this. i arrived, and was given a number. shouldn't i wait in line like everybody else?
but hell, i suffered four years of waiting in long lines, and like hell i'll willingly suffer that again. so i figure, to hell with conscience, i'll finish everything sooner and be happier at the end of the day!
i wield the power of the priority slip, and in five minutes i'm done. whee!
off i run to the College of Mass Comunications to show off my admission slip. i acquire my Form 5A, wait in line for pre-advising, meet my classmates. meet ZJ and Ron, editors from Roadrunner (cool!) and friends. i run into Steph, happy to find that she too will be a classmate. whee!
so i get my subjects, and in the course of waiting in line i get to know other classmates. meet Donald and Bong; Donald used to work at--drumroll please!--CSB. the Learning Resource Center, to be specific. Bong was a teacher at--drumroll again, if you don't mind--Asia Pacific College, better known as Knight Error's alma mater.
i am finished enlisting my subjects by 3:00, and i am reconciled with my classmates as we wait for post-advising. we had to wait quite a while, because the good professor was busily gossiping with another teacher.
once over, we all trooped over to the main lobby for assessment. imagine, all that i finished in a day!
today, all that was left for me to do was flit over mud and drenched streets to the lobby of the College of Engineering to pay my tuition. there was no line!!! whee! all i had to do was walk to the counter and hand over my form 5 and cash! whee!
after which i walked to the Faculty Center to visit my friend twisted sister, who gave me very interesting reading material. (hint, hint! email me a copy! or get me a photocopy and i'll pick it up. hee!) and there i ran into Dianne (hi Dianne! i'd link you if i knew your blog's url, so do tell!) and her friend, as well as Ina and May. May's a mommy now, so cute.
and i trudged though mud and twig and grass to the UP Quill tambayan, where i found psychic bading, who gave me plenty of gossip, heehee.
it was only when i arrived at work that things went awry.
there were so many higher ups i had to email, to request permission for this and that. i can't scratch my ass in this institution without asking somebody's permission!
see?? this is precisely why i adamantly refused to study at Ateneo. it's Catholic.
it wouldn't be a bad thing per se. it's just that Catholic institutions tend to be OC, and anal, and uptight and narrow-minded. ugh. and here i work now. it's annoying!
thus ends today's rant. online complaining, Dianne and i called blogging. hee.
current mood:  amused
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