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As apparently my writing my whole schedule on the white board means nothing beyond having black scribbles on a cool, erasable surface, my maid forgot to inform my driver that I had class. He cam stumbling in and we went zooming off, breaking the speed & distance record by getting me from my house and into Ateneo in under 15 minutes.
The discussion in Development of Fiction was generally lively: we have a nifty new classroom with an air conditioner, and hopefully we won't get kicked out this time. There were also nostupid, cow-like noisy underclassmen loitering beyond the halls, talking about base underclassmen concerns. The Annoying of it all kicked in later, when one of my classmates had the brilliant idea of attempting to relate our discussion of Literature with a passage in the New Testament, under the Gospel of John: "In the beginning there was the Word" and all that jazz.
Reality check, young and sorry excuse for a Lit Major. Literature Class = Masteral Level Discussion. Literature Class =/= An Interpolation on the Meaning of Life.
Yay, I used a big word! :D
...Anyway, driver arrived late. Zoomed me to the hospital, since my grandfather's oxygen levels were dropping and we all honestly thought he'd pass on, right there, right when all of his children and grandchildren were holding his hands, praying the rosary. FYI, he's okay now, but he will probably pass on this week. He's off dialysis -- all it'll do to him is hurt him at this point. There's no stopping it anymore.
I've totally forgotten about exercising. I think I'd rather stay at home in case something happens.
On other news, Middlesex is such a lovely book. Sure wish I could write with the same sort of power that Eugenides does.
The discussion in Development of Fiction was generally lively: we have a nifty new classroom with an air conditioner, and hopefully we won't get kicked out this time. There were also no
Reality check, young and sorry excuse for a Lit Major. Literature Class = Masteral Level Discussion. Literature Class =/= An Interpolation on the Meaning of Life.
Yay, I used a big word! :D
...Anyway, driver arrived late. Zoomed me to the hospital, since my grandfather's oxygen levels were dropping and we all honestly thought he'd pass on, right there, right when all of his children and grandchildren were holding his hands, praying the rosary. FYI, he's okay now, but he will probably pass on this week. He's off dialysis -- all it'll do to him is hurt him at this point. There's no stopping it anymore.
I've totally forgotten about exercising. I think I'd rather stay at home in case something happens.
On other news, Middlesex is such a lovely book. Sure wish I could write with the same sort of power that Eugenides does.
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