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katyperry: when ur slowly getting cooked by the media 😐📸 @ronyalwin
dude! anong course mo na?
Ako ay nasa huling taon ko sa BS Geography (SANA) :)
24 units
This semester, I will be facing 8 subjects because I want to graduate by midyear this AY. The 24 units title is not a shout out to all who are still underload with the 3rd day coming up. This is what my head puked out while I was looking at 6 major subjects, 1 minor and 1 MST. The composition of the 24 units is tilted towards the majors side. Sure, as a super senior student, majors should be the only subjects left in the list. But no. I still need a bunch of GEs and the much coveted PI100. Soon, I will be one of those students who got rejected this past enrollment and are still hoping for slots. Speaking of slots, one student posted pictures of the students bombarding classes for slots. The said she did not understand why this is happening. Along with the slot problem are other issues that I know less about for I do not have any experience with that matter. I would not take it against her if she does not understand, but before writing that post down, it would have helped if she took some time to observe the things that run the enrollment process.
“..there is no market for slightly used brains.” (Benipayo 2015)
To start, let’s get a quick glimpse of what is happening. Students do not have enough units to enroll. MST and SSP subjects are up to the brim when it comes to students. That’s it in a nutshell. Now. Let us look at the other scenarios connected. First is the number of students. I don’t know the exact number of students currently eligible to enroll. Maybe the UPCAT got easier, students got smarter, or a lot of students are overstaying. Nonetheless, the population is rising. Higher population, higher demand. Next the Professors. For economic reasons, most professors quit and leave their department shorthanded. Now let us merge these with the current state of UP. The College of Engineering and College of Science dispersed their departments and institutions to new buildings, responding to the need of more space for labs, equipment and classrooms. But the College of Social Sciences and Philosophy has not yet expanded even if every student in the campus will spend at least 2 years in their premises. Recent work has been done in the pavilions, but they are still underused. This lack of classroom problem is tying the hands of the departments to offer more subjects. For example, the Department of Geography has 5 classrooms and 1 lab. The rooms will be filled first with higher geog subjects to prioritize the majors. Then the open periods will be filled with Geog 1, an SSP subject. (Purely hypothetical) This is probably the order of things, not just for geog, but for other departments. The departments even max out on their professors, some handling 3 sections of GE courses just to try to supply the needed slots. It is not their fault The result is a limited number of classes with limited number of seats. Even though students are willing to sit anywhere, that scenario would be degrading for the professor, not the student (Prim 2015) for the student deserves better and the Professor could not give it on that kind of environment.
And yes you have guessed it Classrooms. Elementary school has this problem, High schools will have a lot more to deal with due to the K-12 program, Now UP is facing it as well. More classrooms, more seats, more slots, less problem. The next topic in line will be the funds for the new rooms. That would be another big topic that would merit a longer post. As for now, a possible solution has been presented. If it you deem it unacceptable, let this be an explanation of the situation that is currently smothering the campus. If it’s still not acceptable for you, let this be a spark for your brain to think of a better explanation and solution to this problem.
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Now you see how I can be the best and the worst. See the other end of the spectrum, the red end. Can you keep up. This is not a test, this is the real deal.
When was the last time we were together. When was the last time that we sat down and talked about ourselves. When was the last time we sat down not thinking about anything. When was the last time we did not have time wrangling our necks. When was the last time we were together.
When can we be together. When can we sit down and talk about us. When can we lie down and do nothing. When can will time bind us in its eternity. When can we be together.
White hair, blurry eyes. Wrinkled skin, aching knees. Should I wait that long. Would there be a time that I can finally sing that song to the end, and feel that final line. That line where you will push everything on my back, pick me up and hug me tight.
When, Would, Will.
Yes I am (not)
Never ask me if.
Those two letters are the trigger.
Everything comes back, my brain is a jerk.
It comes in bursts, leaves piece by
Pieces get stuck
They either drill more
or leave a nasty mark
Which is also a trigger and
The process starts over
and I will not be
O
or
K
It is inevitable, at the same time essential for me to be a pessimist. It gets my heart pumpin', my brain in overdrive. Thinking of the worst possible scenario. I don't like how I feel whenever this allergy of some sort floods my thoughts. Even submerging my whole being at worse times. It is actually illogical if I think about it in a sane state of mind. But looking and expecting the worse gives me a relief when the actual situation unfolds. The rise from the deepest part of the ocean, even just up to bearable depths is an inexplicable feeling. I can't help it. Its not trust issues because I know the ideas have one in a million chance of actually happening. It's just, it's me. It's what I do and I'll just keep on hoping that where I think I am is the deepest trench on my imaginary earth.
Transformation of Happiness
This is how happiness last in my human body. I will be inexplicably overjoyed by the goodnews that I just received. For some time. Maybe 1 hour. Half a day if it's really good. Then it will be followed by an eternity of negative thoughts that could happen next. Law of averages maybe. The thought of reality catching up to me, pulling me back down to the ground. On my back, and struggling to get up, I long for another moment of pure happiness that will again only last until my mind smashes it with paranoia.
I can't wait for the semester to grow around me and gobble me up with deadlines. I can't wait till my table is filled with readings I can't finish. I need to do 3 papers each week just to be busy. It sucks that the sem is just starting. This is not sarcasm at its best. It's my brain at its worst. I need to be busy so I can get you off my head.
Hey
Honestly, I am in the stage where I still can't put into words why I love you. I can't make a speech about why I kissed you that night, or what I felt when you said yes, or whenever we're together.
I can try right now.
But it won't do you justice. Some might say that that is what love is supposed to do to you. You should be speechless. I beg to differ. You being speechless is a product of ignorance. You are not overwhelmed everytime to be speechless. I still don't know a lot of things about you. Shallow things are no problem. The things I want to know are those that will define what, when, where, why and who you are to me.
Maybe when I see you do stuff. When I will be able to observe you from a distance, then closer. then with you. Maybe when I see you dance, when I see your grace. When I see you move fluidly with the notes. Maybe when we spend a weekend together. Seeing you doing stuff that I have never thought you'd be able to do. It will be a long process, and I hope we find the time.
Breathe in, breathe out .
Stop polluting your mind
If you feel like you are going to shout,
Just hug the first thing that you find.
Or maybe you can punch the wall,
whatever makes the pain go another way
You really just need to give her a call,
I love you is all you have to say.
I could not ask for more.
I am so lucky to have the chance to walk by your side for as long as we can. I have nothing to ask for at this moment in my life. I do have everything. But it turns out, the phrase has two sides. You have given me what I've been waiting for, and I could not ask for more. Nothing, no more. I can't possibly prove the nothing, but it sure feels like it. I may sound so selfish but I feel like I can't pull of some surprise dinner out of nowhere, something random, something that is spontaneous. I have to bleed for every minute. I literally could not ask for anything else.
What? Two different people? You're still stuck after all this time?
Apparently, it was just sleepiness. I'm no longer thinking about it.
Why do you want a place that doesn't have your past? Isn't the present enough if that person isn't around anymore?
We are talking about different persons
Hold still
I'm stuck in this circle, round and round I go. I see the same smiles and greet them with my same old reply. I speak with them almost just like old times. Memories are holding back some thoughts, some words. Never to be said again. Taboo it is. If there's another universe, I wish you were there, me on my own. At least there's another place that doesn't have our past.
Experiment # 1. Water sprinkler.
March 28, 2014
And she's back!! My very first cat :)
Nameless
March 28, 2014
This was in Mt. Makiling. It's just a creek :)
Feb 22, 2014, Los Banos, Laguna