yawn... just one big yawn...

the worst part about summer classes: the summer classes. we've got 6 units to burn this summer, 3 in pi 100 and 3 in math 101. that's rizal studies and statistics for those not knowledgeable in the up manila course nomenclature system. in pi 100, we got the *lovable* sir esguerra as our professor. now, history has taught me (history 2, to be exact) that nothing good or useful or productive can be wrought from his class. yes, he's kind to intarmed students, especially to our batch, he loves giving out bonuses and throws away extra points like nobody's business, and it's said that it's already an assured 1.0 for an imed student in his class.

but (the big but just had to come along) all these come at a great expense: the slowdown of time to a mere trickle as he takes the discussion to uncharted territory with his incessant stories and side tracks, none, absolutely none of which are even remotely relevant to the topic at hand. your mind runs circles around your head as you wrack your brain for ways to pass the time, or as you think to yourself "yeah, right" or "oo nalang ako sa kwento nya" as he spews tale after tale of his unlikely (and sometimes unbelievable) experiences with the peoples of the world. every new narrative brings out a combination of laughter, gasps, sideward glances, eye rolls, and grimaces from the class. imagine, our lecture goes from ninoy aquino to sabah to the npa to the newly-elected pope to the four levels of prayer to God knows what other edges of the imagination we trekked upon, all in a little more than a blink of an eye. and now, he's taken to the nasty habit of questioning and ridiculing our history 1 course every time we can't remember historical facts for the discussion, due to a silent feud between him and our histo 1 prof. as if we held to memory anything he made us memorize in histo 2. i guess that's what we get for petitioning for him to be our prof. then imagine this: daily sessions with the storyteller himself, now what could be more fun than that?

statistics is at the most a lukewarm subject. the thought of it brings back haunted memories of third-year str, with the endless terminologies and the countless formulae, all to memorize and tediously apply to exercises and exams. and what's more, we even have twice the fun this summer, with separate lecture and lab portions of the course. our stat lab prof has at least proven to be kind and approachable enough, being lax in our solution of the first module exercise. the lec prof was *interesting* to watch, as we all took turns in criticizing his manner and guessing at his gender. i found out this morning that he was only a substitute; guess we won't have that fun activity to do anymore.

i guess college was never designed to be easy, but at least some things are still trying to keep me up through all these. the people are still there, as are the movies and the food trips. i've received my gwa for this quarter, and i can say i'm more than happy with the results. sutures come out tomorrow, i bring yu-gi-oh to the condo, classes were practically cancelled today.

but it'll take much more than that to get me through the whole summer.