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i just finished typing my first essay for the semester in my english class. big deal, right? haha.
anyway, the task was to write an essay with 500 to 700 words pointing out the main theme of a selection of our choice from the stories we've read thus far. easy, right?
but as with every other essay i had to write, i wrote too much. if some people have trouble writing enough, i tend to babble on and on and on. the end result of this first essay-final word count: 1,019. that isn't realy a problem, unless the teacher is mean enough to dock you points for going over the limit, right?
i've been this way for as long as i can remember. chatterbox alert, right?
I had my first exam of the semester last Tuesday in my Music Appreciation class. I seriously thought a music class would be a breeze, which is why I chose to take it instead of something else. Sure, you may say, how hard is it to listen to music? Right. The first couple of class meetings, I wanted to scream out "Bloody hell, why do I have to learn about textures, scales, and tonality, and whatever else when the course was supposed to teach me about music from the beginning of time?!" Obviously, I didn't do that. It didn't even help that my professor seemed to be all over the place most of the time. And when it was time to study for the exam, I felt like my notes were all jumbled up. Good thing I've made it a point to prepare reviewers, so it wasn't as bad. But the weekend was quite busy and I didn't have much time to study. I had asked Kuya to help me review and he went, "Ni, kelangan mo pang mag-aral" after giving me a mock exam. Shoot. I countered though (in my head of course and not out loud) that the test shouldn't be that bad because we did go over quite a few supposed test questions - over and over and over.
Come Tuesday, as much as I wanted to say that I was ready, I wasn't as confident as I should have been because I knew there was a Listening part and I still couldn't differentiate Monophonic melodies from Homophonic or Polyphonic. Blast!. When I was handed the test paper, I was actually quite surprised because it wasn't your ordinary American college test with mutiple choice questions. Instead, it reminded me more of an exam a Filipino teacher would give - fill in the blank, open-ended questions, matching type, enumeration. The only typical type of test missing was the Essay part. Haha. There were a couple of things I didn't know or couldn't remember, and the last section of the Listening part was just abysmal. We didn't go over the various textures as much as we should have and I was sure I would flunk that part.
Yesterday, we got our exam results. Not bad, I got myself an 86, screwing up on the part where I had to identify the textures. After handing out all the exam results, the professor gave us this spiel about wanting everyone to pass and talking about his going over the test questions. Like, seriously, it was spoonfeeding. And then he goes, "Do you believe in Justice or Mercy?" And I, being the Court TV fanatic I am, mumbled "Justice" when it was practically obvious where this discussion was going. Most of the people so-believed in Mercy, and so did our teacher. And I was caught off-guard when he said that he was going to give everyone a second shot at taking the test. What?! Seriously, was it THAT bad? How many people flunked the test?
Some of you might be thinking, "Oh, shut up - just because you got an 86." But really, people shouldn't have been getting scores below 50 - which seemed to be the case - because we've gone over the same material for two weeks already. So on Tuesday, he's letting us retake the exam. The exact same exam, might I add. Ok ok, so I should be thanking my lucky stars for 2nd chances. After all, people do deserve such. What just bothers me though is how incredulous it is that people would flunk on such easy material. It is just bizaare.
And also in the same class, we're assigned a musical composer to do a presentation on and every day, someone must present. Days have gone by and already a handful of people have missed their reporting dates because either they forgot it was due, they forgot they even had a report to do, or they just assumed they could do it the next class meeting. It's my professor's fault, too. I keep thinking that if this was a class in the Philippines, their actions would get them an automatic zero for that activity. And I actually think that's better - it'll teach people to be more responsible. Whenever my classmates say they've forgotten their report, my professor would just say, "Ok, be sure to bring your report to the next class. I really don't want this activity to be too far behind." And that's it?! On our syllabus, though, it does state that the report is an integral part of our grade, so he shouldn't be taking it as lightly as this. From the beginning, he should have laid down the law - if you fail to do your presentation the day it is due, there will be consequences. I think that's how it should've been.
In my Government class, it isn't much different. And because I am SO behind in these lectures because I don't really know squat about American politics, I have to write everything the professor says and be sure I understand what he's saying or writing on the board. He even has that Southern accent I adore, but the drawl is thick, and it is a struggling feat to understand him some times. Anyway, on Tuesday, the class was asked to bring a copy of the US Constitution to class for the discussion on Thursday. Come Thursday, when the assignment was brought up - and yes, you might have guessed correctly - there was an outburst of profanity as more than half the class forgot there was an assignment. Come to think of it, I think the entire class freaked out. So our teacher goes, "Just bring it to the next class." That was it?! I was floored. Ok fine, what punishment could be given to people who forget to bring a bunch of paper, right? Well, credit to those who brought their copies would be fine. Hmph! So after I had to search the internet for the bloody constitution (ok, I admit, it wasn't THAT hard - another point why I wasn't happy people didn't do it), we wouldn't use it until next week? Oh, people.
For some reason, I am so chatty today. And I'm not even halfway done talking about American education in general. One reason being that I saw this show on TV that talked about the abysmal education middle schoolers and high schoolers get in American schools. So yeah, until then...toodle-loo. It has been a while since I wrote on my Friendster blog. Embarrassing as it is that I am partially recycling this entry from my blogger, I find it worthy enough to be mentioned more than once in cyberspace ;)
Thank God it is Friday...I can try to relax a bit until schoolwork catches up to me.
My brain has been dead for the past week, which has unfortunately prevented me from writing a decent blog. Sure, I can muster up some words and formulate them into coherent sentences, but that's as far as it goes.
I used to be able to conjure up something that would seem interesting to read, like something about this so-called-life, and what makes it so rollercoaster-y. Or perhaps I could come up with something about love, yes young sweet love, that makes you weak at the knee whenever you are reminded of how it began. Because I, for a fact, am a product of that same young love. Ahhh, the remnants of my flowery high school life. No, not the wallflower type. My high school life is something worth reliving. Now if only I had a time machine. Ok, i'm drifting off again.
One of my English teachers has taught me that whenever an idea for an article comes about, one must record this, lest it be forgotten. Lately, my ideas creep into my brain at night in the dark when I am tucked under the covers getting ready to drift off to Dreamland. How uber-awesome is that? Not so. Of course by that time I would be too lazy to get out of bed and write what I just thought about. And that's been historically proven. My best ideas come late at night. Do I hear night person somewhere in the vicinity? Right. When assigned to write an essay for school, I can stay up all night with a deadline looming over my head with just a few hours to spare, and I'd have my essay at the break of dawn. Sure, I wouldn't get much sleep, but I got the task done. And it is just unfortunate that since I do not have a deadline to beat, it's still the same. There is just no reason for me to pull myself out of my sleepy reverie to write something down.
Yesterday, while I was in the car enjoying the Texas scenery, things suddenly popped in my head. Normally, I had a notebook and a pen ready for me to jot down these things, but of course, as ironic as it would be, these two important things were nowhere in sight because it was the one day that I decided I didn't want to take a purse with me, which of course contained my pen & paper.
When I'm watching a movie or listening to a song, my family would laugh at me when they find me furiously scribbling something on paper, and say "Ano nanaman yang naisip mo?" I have written down a gazillion things - many I have written about, while some others obliterated like some archived part of forgotten history.
Well, for one thing, my life hasn't been that much interesting lately. Not like it was before, but what can you expect when you've just moved to a new part of the country and you're broke? Yes, nothing much. Or maybe I have been going to some places worth mentioning, but am just too lazy to sit down and write about it. Ok, in fairness to myself, I have managed to post and upload some pictures and write something about them. If I haven't been able to make it clear already, it takes time for me to write an essay. I do a lot of writing and rewriting. When I have my draft, which I had to painstakingly write down on paper, I would type it out the next day (or a few hours later) and do revisions while doing so. Tiring process, I know.
In reality, though, I can find something to write about concerning just anything, like how the heat is scorching in Southern Texas, or how bright it still is at 9 o'clock at night. Or the four types of clouds in the sky. Or the house being under construction. Or the next movie I would want to see. Or the mere fact that my boyfriend is a thousand miles away from where I want him to be (or where he wants me to be, however you want to look at it). This one of course being the most obvious as it has been repeated over and over and over. Everything seems to hold something note-worthy if given the proper backdrop - which I of course am lazy to think of.
And as if not being able to write a blog entry is enough, I can't even gather the words to reply to people's friendly emails and messages to me. I feel like a very bad person. Ugh! Sure, how hard is it to return the hello and ask how the person has been doing since the last time you've seen them? I do want something more than that. Like this letter from one of my friends, it is full of updates about how her life has been going. It would be a shame if I just replied with a "That's great to hear" and bid her good-bye. Right.
Since I've been such a disgrace to the blogging world, I have decided to soak myself in Photoshop. I'm not much of an artist, if you must know. The layouts I come up with is just pure luck. Doesn't everyone say that? But yes, I would rather pour out my frustrations in colors these days than in words, which of course is obvious in my latest blog layout (on blogspot, that is). It is a drab old shade of gray - so uninspired. Even the side panel picture is recycled. Haha. I'm trying to imagine (yes IMAGINE is the word, indeed) that I am happy and chirpy, and very girly just to come up with a cheerful layout this time around.
So here goes another entry of blabbernothings. And what is a better way to end it? How in the world would I know? I'm already having trouble starting one, so you can't expect me to know how to end it, now do you? Until then.
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By a show of hands, who did? Yes, I can almost see those hands shooting up into the air. Ok, seriously, I don't. I don't even know if anybody reads this. Haha. Why? Coz nobody leaves any comments. Not that I'm complaining - I may sound like I am, but believe me, I'm not. I used to have a couple of regular commenters before - before I completely deleted my first Friendster blog without warning. I can't even remember why I did so. Tuloy, no more comments. Blah. And for some reason, I find it difficult to keep track of who leaves comments. I suggest Friendster send out email if someone has left a comment (if they haven't already).
Even I am guilty of not leaving comments. The thing is, I do read those updated blogs on Friendster. Sometimes I'm just lazy to come up with something equally smart to say, so I just end up nodding my head as if to seem to like I understood and move on to the next blog.
One of my friends blogged a while back about a friend of his who was complaining about that so-called annoying Friendster email alert letting it be known that so-and-so has updated his or her blog. I actually like that feature because it is very convenient. When I go online, the first thing I check is my email. It may be overflowing with Friendster as Sender, but it makes life easier for me coz it serves as an automatic link to newly updated blogs without my having to remember that uber-long URL. There are a couple of URLs that I've memorized through time, such as those fellow Blogger/Blogspot friends I have, but some people I know rely on Friendster.
Anyway, what was I getting at? Haha. Oh right, how I like the email update feature. Yeah, I do. End of story.
I really don't keep my Friendster blog updated regularly. The main reason being that I have a Blogger account. But lately I have had the strangest feeling (kanta yun ah. haha) - seriously, lately Blogger has been giving me a headache. It's been malfunctioning during the hours that my creative writing juices are overflowing and I am in dire need of an outlet. It just pisses me off. One of my blogfriends and I have even talked about moving to another blog service (boycott!).
I have about a hundred (ok, exag yun) other blogs scattered across cyberspace: blogger, xanga, myspace, livejournal, friendster, multiply, wordpress, tblog, diaryland. It's insane! I can't even remember my sn and passwords to some of them anymore. Nevertheless, I never left my first ever blog - which explains why my archive dates way back to 2002. I can't seem to abandon it for good. AND it's the only one updated almost everyday. In fairness, it has been completely functional more times than not. It's only been a couple of weeks that I wanted to kick its system to the curb. So, I dunno what I'm going to do. I don't wanna leave Blogger, but it's really starting to annoy the heck out of me. Argh!
While I'm along the lines of ranting, the Miami Heat bored me to tears during Sunday night's game. They seem to have forgotten that they are playing for the ultimate trophy and some serious bling. They have no play whatsoever and the "supporting cast" has not delivering the shots they need badly. By now, they should be very much aware that Shaq is effective in the paint only when he is UNDER the basket (or a dribble away), and not five dribbles away where he has to fight his way between Mavericks who are double or triple teaming him. Ugh. I actually wanted to retire to bed early because it was a horrible game to watch - the third quarter most especially. But of course, being a true fan that I claim to be (yet not fanatic enough to buy a thousand-plus dollar worth ticket & fly to Miami or Dallas to watch live), I stuck around staying optimistic but being left in vain to witness a 14-point Miami loss. Tonight is Game 3 at the American Airlines Arena in Miami. Hoy Heat, tama na. Wag nang magpa-talo ha.
So...until my next Friendster blog update. Au revoir.
