Right now I'm listening to Hatsune Miku's performance of From y to y in the 39's Giving Day concert (not sure if it was the 2010 concert or the 2011).
So, right now I'm really full of nostalgic and somnolent feels.
I woke up 6:00 today. Usual morning routine.
I arrived at the University pool 5 minutes early. I made sure to bring a tumbler of cold water with me this time.
We didn't have an extremely vigorous exercise today. We were tasked to run around the pool area 5 times covering up 800 meters. We, then, did a few warm-up exercises, stretches and warm-up for runners.
The warm-up exercises itself can be passed off as a mild exercise for someone as unfit as me (strictly speaking that comment was for me only).
I got back to the apartment around 8:00 am. I beat the university wide buzzer by mere seconds. When I logged in to facebook, I was delighted to read a post of my CSMC 21 instructor informing us that there would be no classes later because he has a (maybe mild?) case of laryngitis.
I left the apartment around 11:00 am. I, again, tried my luck in the office of Fortune Insurance and to no avail...they were effin' closed again.
Their lunch time wasn't until an hour then so what the f's up with that.
I have to go through 2 flights of stairs back and forth just to get to their office... (yey for unhealthy me).
I went straight to the classroom of my CMSC 57 subject. As I waited for our instructor, I read a few pages of The Elephant Vanishes.
We had a continuation of the lesson that we picked up the day before yesterday. Generally, it was confusing being bombarded with examples that really differ from actual exercises.
The same thing went by at Math 27 but for the whole session of Math 27, I felt tense. Why you ask? It's because our instructor (who is a little bit on the rude side) declared that everyone wearing anything- be it shirt or jacket, name it- which is dominantly colored black shall be subjected to answer her questions, and that was absolute. Surprise, surprise I was wearing one of my favorite black Giordano t-shirts but luckily the lapel didn't reach me.
The thing that bugs me about this instructor is not her manner of teaching but her manner of commenting about the performance of her students. Sure criticism is a good thing and she has that for her defense but degrading a student's self-confidence is another thing. I'm sure she thinks that whatever she says is her responsibility and whatever the recipient of her words feel is another matter. Still, as a student, I don't think there's really no need with that kind of a terror teaching attitude. I know because I'm a student and actually the teachers should know better.
We only had a group meeting in Hum 1. I felt confident, even for a little, because some of my group mates were also my bloc-mates. I was able to present the two 100-word stories that I crafted yesterday. It was received warmly and I was ready for criticism at that time. It was good though, that I was able to express my words even if I didn't actually verbally delivered them.
In our STAT 1 lab meeting, we simply had another session of "get-to-know". We were each partnered with the person closest to our birthday. My partner was Raz (just her nickname) she's a senior Chemical Engineering student. When it was our turn to introduce each other at front, it went well and we were also given kind and interesting questions about ourselves.
We were also asked, "if we were to define our life with one song, what would it be?"
My answer was Miku Hatsune's Puzzle. A song about nostalgia, loneliness and finding the missing pieces of a perfect world/life.
We were dismissed early and so I attended the ongoing mass and finished it. I also went to the adoration chapel to pray.
I got back to my apartment around 6:15 pm. I ate 2 waffles and 3 pieces of chicken lollipop...which was a bad idea. The mix of butter, syrup and chicken breading to the tongue didn't have such a welcoming taste.
Since 5 hours ago, I've been spending time watching 39's Giving Day concerts and updating one of my light novel and also reading The Elephant Vanishes.
Barn Burning is especially an eerie story, I recommend that for a good short story read.
So, right now I'm really full of nostalgic and somnolent feels.
I woke up 6:00 today. Usual morning routine.
I arrived at the University pool 5 minutes early. I made sure to bring a tumbler of cold water with me this time.
We didn't have an extremely vigorous exercise today. We were tasked to run around the pool area 5 times covering up 800 meters. We, then, did a few warm-up exercises, stretches and warm-up for runners.
The warm-up exercises itself can be passed off as a mild exercise for someone as unfit as me (strictly speaking that comment was for me only).
I got back to the apartment around 8:00 am. I beat the university wide buzzer by mere seconds. When I logged in to facebook, I was delighted to read a post of my CSMC 21 instructor informing us that there would be no classes later because he has a (maybe mild?) case of laryngitis.
I left the apartment around 11:00 am. I, again, tried my luck in the office of Fortune Insurance and to no avail...they were effin' closed again.
Their lunch time wasn't until an hour then so what the f's up with that.
I have to go through 2 flights of stairs back and forth just to get to their office... (yey for unhealthy me).
I went straight to the classroom of my CMSC 57 subject. As I waited for our instructor, I read a few pages of The Elephant Vanishes.
We had a continuation of the lesson that we picked up the day before yesterday. Generally, it was confusing being bombarded with examples that really differ from actual exercises.
The same thing went by at Math 27 but for the whole session of Math 27, I felt tense. Why you ask? It's because our instructor (who is a little bit on the rude side) declared that everyone wearing anything- be it shirt or jacket, name it- which is dominantly colored black shall be subjected to answer her questions, and that was absolute. Surprise, surprise I was wearing one of my favorite black Giordano t-shirts but luckily the lapel didn't reach me.
The thing that bugs me about this instructor is not her manner of teaching but her manner of commenting about the performance of her students. Sure criticism is a good thing and she has that for her defense but degrading a student's self-confidence is another thing. I'm sure she thinks that whatever she says is her responsibility and whatever the recipient of her words feel is another matter. Still, as a student, I don't think there's really no need with that kind of a terror teaching attitude. I know because I'm a student and actually the teachers should know better.
We only had a group meeting in Hum 1. I felt confident, even for a little, because some of my group mates were also my bloc-mates. I was able to present the two 100-word stories that I crafted yesterday. It was received warmly and I was ready for criticism at that time. It was good though, that I was able to express my words even if I didn't actually verbally delivered them.
In our STAT 1 lab meeting, we simply had another session of "get-to-know". We were each partnered with the person closest to our birthday. My partner was Raz (just her nickname) she's a senior Chemical Engineering student. When it was our turn to introduce each other at front, it went well and we were also given kind and interesting questions about ourselves.
We were also asked, "if we were to define our life with one song, what would it be?"
My answer was Miku Hatsune's Puzzle. A song about nostalgia, loneliness and finding the missing pieces of a perfect world/life.
We were dismissed early and so I attended the ongoing mass and finished it. I also went to the adoration chapel to pray.
I got back to my apartment around 6:15 pm. I ate 2 waffles and 3 pieces of chicken lollipop...which was a bad idea. The mix of butter, syrup and chicken breading to the tongue didn't have such a welcoming taste.
Since 5 hours ago, I've been spending time watching 39's Giving Day concerts and updating one of my light novel and also reading The Elephant Vanishes.
Barn Burning is especially an eerie story, I recommend that for a good short story read.
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| chillin' with Dr. Pepper like a Shinigami sir. Cool story, my good lad. |
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