In an attempt to update my loyal followers (for realz) and to maintain a healthy state of mind, I shall now blog about my first two weeks in college. (With bullet points, of course.)
- “What university are you attending and what degree are you taking up?” I’m taking up AB Interdisciplinary Studies at Ateneo de Manila University. If you ask me what my course is about, I will probably tell you to go to a Chinese restaurant, line up at the cashier, order a chop suey, and look at it closely. My course is something like that. An assortment of a lot of things, all mixed in together. A course designed for someone is a “jack of all trades, master of none”. Which I am decidedly not. AB IS has a somewhat unfavorable reputation (some people say that those who take it up are either undecided about their future, or lazy). The former part is true, for I AM undecided about my future, but the latter is just pure bullshit.
- “So you’re planning to shift to another degree?” As of June 23, 2012 at 9:27 PM, I am thinking of shifting, although when I wake up on June 24, 2012 at 9:27 AM, I’ll probably be thinking of staying in AB IS. If I ever do shift to another degree, it’s probably going to be to AB Communication, AB Psychology, AB European Studies, or BS Communications Technology. (See. This is why I wrote AB IS on my application form. I didn’t know what I want and I still don’t know what I want.) But whatever happens, I’m doing it on my own terms and for my own reasons.
- “Wow, you’re so indecisive.” Tell me about it.
- “Wait. You live in the South, right? How do you get to Katipunan? Do you dorm?” No, I do not dorm. I am part of a carpool. (And a pretty awesome one, at that.) A carpool is “an arrangement among a group of automobile owners by which each owner in turn drives the others or their children to and from a designated place.” (dictionary.com) (As if you guys didn’t know that.)
- “How did your first day go?” It was fine. On a scale of 1 to 10, it would be an 8. My first class was English 11 at 9:30 AM. I was on an 8 AM carpool trip with four guys (one was a sophomore, and the other three were freshmen). On the way there, I accidentally slept on the shoulder of the guy who was sitting beside me. It was a bit embarrassing, but I shrugged it off because he was really nice about it. When we got dropped off at school, I almost got lost. Good thing one of the freshmen guys in my carpool accompanied me to my classroom. In English class, our professor told us to introduce ourselves by stating our name, the high school we came from, and our favorite food. I was called first because it was in alphabetical order (I hate having a last name that starts with a letter A). There were some “accidental douchebags” in our class. (I say accidental douchebags, because they probably don’t know they’re being jerks and I want to give them the benefit of the doubt.) We had a free cut in Literature 13! I hung out with my blockmates during our break. My last class was Chemistry 1, just after lunch. You know how much I dreaded Chemistry in my junior year of high school? I think I love it now. I’m thinking of shifting to BS Chemistry. (Talo ko pa si Anne Curtis sa pagiging ambisyosa.) My carpool trip going home was half an hour after my Chemistry class ended so I hung out with my blockmates again. On the trip, I was seated next to a guy, a year or two older than me, who shook my hand and introduced himself. I wasn’t aware of how nice, how sweet he was, and how alike we were back then because I was still reeling in from the events that day. But, boy, do I realize it now. :-)
- “Have you made new friends?” I think so, yes. But like what my dear friend from high school once said, “I have a circle of friends, sure, but it’s hard to tell if they’re keepers.” (Adriano, 2012).
- “How are your other classes? Are the profs alright?” They’re pretty good! I’ve got to say, I think the odds were in my favor because most of my profs are really nice and really encouraging. No terror profs, as far as I can tell. (Although my Filipino 11 prof is a bit scary…)
- “What orgs are you planning to join?” Loyola Film Circle, that’s for sure!! #1 on my Orgs-To-Join list, tbh. Aside from that, I might join Heights or some other org related to literature and media.
- “Met any cute boys?” You have no idea.
- “How’s your wardrobe coping?” Two weeks in college and my wardrobe is already in critical condition. Screw the dress code, I’m thinking of going in my swimwear.
- “What do you eat for lunch?” Finding a good place to buy food from is a big problem for me because I’m a very very VERY picky eater. (I don’t eat pasta or marshmallows or other dishes that people my age are supposed to eat.) On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I don’t eat rice because I have my PE class after lunch and I don’t want to get bloated. Mostly I just eat garlic bread from Sbarro and a lot of fast food.
- “Ooooh, what PE did you take up?” I took up, drum roll please…POWER BOXING!! Yeah, yeah, I know. I have not the least idea how to throw a punch, much less a powerful one, but most of the PE classes I wanted were in conflict with my other pre-enlisted core subjects. It was either this or ballroom dancing. I’ve been much too traumatized with ballroom dancing in high school and I was not eager for a repeat in college.
Well, that’s it so far. Of course, college has been a bit more eventful since it began, but I can’t seem to find the words (or the inspiration) to write about it more clearly. There are so many people to meet, profs to suck up to, stalls to eat from, kilometers to walk. All I can say is that it’s extremely overwhelming. I can only hope I adjust more to it in the following weeks.
Honestly, if I wasn’t asking myself the same question every day (or night), it just wouldn’t be a typical day for me. This is part of my daily routine now, like eating breakfast, being late for school, and cussing at other people.
how do i stop growing up this isn’t fun anymore
I am 98% sure that college will turn me into a serial killer. :-)
what do you say when oxygen, hydrogen, sulfur, sodium and phosphorous walk into a bar