Quick quick quick recap of last week. (Yes, I'm a delinquent, I know...)

FRIDAY (last Friday)

Recollection.
It was... unsatisfying. For me at least. I definitely didn't like the facilitator. Sure, he started out all right, being funny and all; we were amused for some time. But it came to a point (especially when all he did was TALK and TALK and TALK to cutthroat boredom) that it seemed as if he was merging philosophy and comedy into one big show, with the hopes of entertaining us and keeping us from sleeping. Ironically, I assure you, there is no FASTER way of kicking us to the dream world than this method. It all began to emerge as one big joke; you kinda get the feeling that ifever he'd make you draw some symbol and make you share to the class, he's laugh at you and stuff. As he spent his time winding and winding about things, we just SAT there and yawned our noses off. Ah, gone are the days when Father Edwin used to make us do weird things and make us cry because of warm fuzzy fuzziness. Gone are the days when recollections would seem like recollections and not some confusing seminar. Brother Donrich (his name) kept telling us that there is no god, to which we were like-- WTH!!!!!! I dunno... if he wanted to spark a debate to get us more religous, he should have said so; Instead we all exchanged looks and tried to figure out why he would want to convert us into atheists, and if so, what was his whole point in doing so.

Afternoon came and apparently he was still not done with his talk, so he was forced to speed things up. Well-- he cut everything else EXCEPT his talk. Okay, three minutes to read your palancas, two minutes to write, okay, stop writing, three minutes to reflect, open your eyes now, get your paper and write this; done, okay, close your eyes now, then pray... etc etc. Da heck. He made us close our eyes at one point and--
"Pretend you're in a dark room" --I suppose this is like Father Edwin's Who's-in-Your-Bus sobfest-- "... and you can't see anything... you feel scared, angry, frustrated... Then, you see this light somewhere faraway, faint... but it's there... you move towards it... and as you go along, you meet different people... your friends... YOUR FRIENDS!!! YOUR FRIENDS, WHO HAVE ALWAYS FORGOTTEN YOU, WHO ALWAYS PUT YOU DOWN, WHO ARE SO INSENSITIVE!!!" etc, etc. Kung ikukumpara sa Pamu-- HANEP! Mas malupet pa siya kesa sa Pamu. I sneaked glances at him to check if he's crying (medyo basag-basag na boses niya sa kasisigaw); other people beside me were already sniffling sniffling into their tissues. Did I cry? No. Because all of it, this angry acting and shouting, this-- this, MONOLOGUE, was by far the most RIDICULOUS thing I've ever heard of. And he went on like that-- for about a million years. Then he finally let us open our eyes for a breather. And then he made us close our eyes-- again. I stared at the greenery before shutting them (I didn't seat myself beside the view for nothing); afterall, I can never tell if I'll ever see the light of day again, with the rate he's going on.

Bah.

At least the mass made up for what the reco lacked. It was nice and wonderful, and if the day wasn't so upsetting and disappoint, maybe it would have actually been fruitful.

YESTERDAY

Computer time.

Ms. Vikai: Okay, to get an idea of what pseudocode means, give me words that start with 'pseudo'.

Erinn: SUDO WRESTLING! Ay. Sumo pala yun...

Haha, benta!!!

Bumalik na si Ate from Baguio. Pasalubong. Saya.


More updates tomorrow on last week. Naghang yung pc kaya nabura mga kalahati ng original post (GRRRR!!!).