not my day i studied the whole night last night for insurance, leaving only 4 short hours for sleep. but when i got to class, i found out that what we're taking up for the session is the topic we supposedly took up a week ago, i.e., the part of the book i didn't study. i was prepared for the next topic and for all the cases included, but of course we weren't taking that up so it was a complete waste of time. anyway, as expected, i was called for recitation, tolerated a few sarcastic comments from our teacher, and did what i always do best - smile sheepishly at the teacher or stare at blank space if i don't know the answer to the questions. mia got called after me. well at least we spent the next hour feeling secured that we won't be called anymore [sans the bad recits]. shortly before the class ended, he got mad at oggs and nico for talking, and for oggs, for supposedly "smirking", when he honestly wasn't, while he was having a serious litany up front. it was actually the second time oggs got in trouble for his naturally smiley face. consequently, he sent them out, and went on again with his recitation of foul words.

our insurance teacher, by the way, used to be my dad's teacher back when he was in law school. meaning he's just a few years away from turning 80. [my dad is in his late 50's. up to now, he has't disclosed what his real age is] and yet he still has the guts to smoke constantly and hit on my blockmate who's young enough to be his granddaughter. sometimes 'makes me wonder why he's still alive. maybe he still has a lot of deranged law school kids to inspire. [or, baka pag masamang damo ka matagal ka talaga mamatay. hehe.] he's apparently very intelligent and has a sharp memory. good thing he didn't recognize my family name and asked me if i was related to his friend/past student. because if he did, i would probably deny that we had any relations at all.

after class, i realized that i had this huge stain at the back of my jeans [it's a girl thing. why do i even bother typing it on the web?]. i went home to change, and to soothe my ruffled feathers, had my hair fixed at the salon. it now looks sleek and shiny. best part is, it's not as unmanageable and fuzzy as it used to. hehe vanity.

badminton and high school

yesterday, joy and i played badminton at celebrity sports plaza. i realized how long it has been since i last played when, after playing, i could feel my thigh muscles ache every time i would attempt to walk or sit down. we had a pretty bad start; i guess it was obvious from the way we played that we both haven't held a badminton racket for a long time. we shamefully looked at the moms/lolas playing uninterruptedly, smashing the shuttlecock with greater force than we ever exerted the whole "game". every time we were forced to have a break because we were just too damn tired, we would just look at each other abashedly, feeling like hopeless lolas developing rayuma. the game got a little better later on though, and i remembered how addictive it is. joy and i planned on going wallcimbing next week [*naks*], another sport we haven't engaged in for years already. i'll try to go regularly the gym this week just to rev myself up for wallcimbing. yeah. feeling athlete. hehe. i hope all this does something good for my flabs.

i actually haven't seen joy in a while, last time was when she came to my birthday. i wasn't even able to talk to her much then. yesterday, we talked again about the perennial topic of high school life and teachers and we again had our series of "whatever-happened-to [fill in name of high school batchmate]" which usually got answered by what friendster profiles say. it's a good thing that there are still people like her i can talk to who haven't changed a bit since high school. i can name a few - or a lot - who are hardly recognizable because of too thick make up and forced conyo accents. it's just regretful these people have outgrown their childhood innocence pretty fast and are too caught up with the so-called "real world" already, and are more focused on showing off their new lifestyles more than anything else. some were even duped into thinking that the wilder they get, the better, so they just throw off their prim and proper catholic high school selves and turn into someone more daring. they seem to have forgotten how fun and simple it is to just sit back and talk with friends, without all the pretense and fancy talk. i find it difficult relating with such people already. buti pa kami, jolog pa rin. hehe.

Labels: high school, law school

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