Endless Retyping

One and a half months after the deadline for the submission of our CDx, a class project where we had to interview families in a particular community to assess what that community needs (e.g.: proper drainage system, livelihood seminars, etc.) to improve their quality of living, we still haven’t submitted our final copy. Sad, isn’t it?

If I’ll you the whole story about our project, it would take my whole night to type everything that I need to tell you and make it concise so as not to bore you (and consequently, leave this blog). Lol. To make the long story short, the reasons behind why we still haven’t passed our effing project are: first, we started from scratch three times. Yeah, our soft copies were stolen by a File Monster. And two, because of my uncooperative blockmates.

So yeah, we had to retype almost the whole thing two times. I don’t know why my classmates who were holding the files didn’t make a backup copy or gave the others a copy of it. Haven’t they thought that this could happen? Sorry, but I have to say this: DAMN YOU GUYS! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING? YOU’RE NOT MAKING IT EASIER FOR US! YOU’RE MAKING MY LIFE SO TOXIC! YOU WANT TO HAVE A HARD TIME? SO YEAH, TAKE THIS SHIT, DELETE IT, RETYPE IT, AND DO THE WHOLE THING ENDLESS TIMES UNTIL YOU’LL CONTRACT CARPAL TUNNEL SYNDROME. YOU KNOW WHAT? WE ARE ALREADY TIRED, AND I KNOW THAT YOU ARE ALREADY TIRED TOO… BUT THEN, THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT, RIGHT? SO YEAH, GO TO HELL AND DON’T YOU EVER DARE GO BACK TO THIS WORLD. I DON’T NEED RETARDS IN MY LIFE!

That’s why the person who is holding the final copy of our project sent me a copy of it in my e-mail. She’s getting paranoid, actually.

Again, forgive me for those words, I just need to expel everything out of my system. Now, I can breathe.

Progress: 50%

Yesterday was the last day of my summer classes and my college life as a sophomore student. Yep. I’m an in-coming junior student. In less than two weeks, my journey will continue, I’m just having a short stopover right now.

Looking back, I really enjoyed my summer classes especially my Nutrition subject. And I’m really grateful that I didn’t have to be with most of my blockmates last semester (as a matter of fact, that was the worst section I was in) since we were reshuffled. But then again, I miss those people whom I was always with during the second term.

I can’t deny the fact that I’m already tired of meeting new people from school. Every semester (except for the second term of my first year), I have to deal with new faces, new classmates, new personalities. I always get in trouble with the names of my classmates. It would take me two months to remember the names of my blockmates.

Obviously, I wasn’t able to know the names of all of my blockmates during my first ever summer classes. Actually, I haven’t talked with all of my classmates. On the other hand, I was still able to meet new people and befriended them. Haha.

It was only now when I learned how to sit on a seat that was not designated for me (seating arrangement sucks). Haha. You see, those people I was always with were on the other side of the room. Those people near my place were very noisy and they’ve got mouths as big as a kalesa’s wheel. And there was this time when one of them got me in trouble because of her noisiness. Boo. I really hate noisy people. I can’t concentrate in noisy places, well, unless I’m the one who is making the noise. Haha.

So yeah, when I was on the other side of the room, I always had fun because of the corny jokes my friends threw and the stories that my smart friend shared.

On other news, and just for the record, I’m a Dean’s Lister this coming semester. w00t! I didn’t expect it, seriously. Thank you, God!