Bidding love
UP Debsoc's Buddy Bidding
So.
You bid with what, exactly? With moolah, of course. Nina and I set our budget to 3.5k, but ALAS. I ended up bidding for Mels (the current UPDS president) for P3.8k. Not bad I guess (although of course, in my head I was like, CRAP! O_O). They said it was a two-in-one package-- you know, UPDS president plus her debater boyfriend. Hahahaha! It could've been worse you know. One of the really good mentors were auctioned off at P8k++. No kidding. It was really really fun though!! There's something intense and addicting about auctions; reminds me of playing with slot machines, not that people are slot machines, of course. Anyway, in case I'm being vague about this, buddies are debsoc members who mentor the apps during the application process. Basically teach them the ropes and fight for them in the deliberations. Woohoo! And who better person to put in a good word for me than the president?
It's just been two meetings, but I already love the org. It still stands to see if I'll enjoy the art of debating itself (maybe I will, maybe I won't), but I absolutely love the mix of people. My parents are just pissed over the fact that I get home late when I go to these org things. I got a lecture a while ago-- although what's the point of that anyway? It's not as if I go there evilly and party the night away. O_O I honestly would rather go home and sleep like a normal person, but the experience is honestly too good to pass up.
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On last Thursday's boycott/rally:
Well. They were noisy. During Math. I'm not sure if the momentary distraction was a good thing or a bad thing.
Our Math teacher ignored it, in accordance with his cuddly-sadistic-sarcastic image. I don't like him, nor his subject. I wish hard Math didn't exist in this world. : Anyway, the person to my left, Geoff (who is such an absolute genius in Math that it actually annoys me to be sitting next to him because it makes me feel more irrationally stupid), seems disappointed that I don't like Math as much as he does. He can't discuss answers with me, because most of the time he's right and I'm wrong; sometimes, a non-Math person can only take so much, you know?! But whatever. As the poetic writing on the bathroom doors declares, "Math is only a phase. It too, shall pass."
Guess I'm not alone in my misery then.
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Muriel dropped by this morning to borrow some books from me. I've been lugging them around for roughly two weeks now. Not that their absence made any difference in the weight of my bag though. Anyway, with Milcah, we ate some barbecue in Beach House, then crossed in the middle of the sunken garden to the far left side. We were walking along slowly (discussing how life would be if, theoretically, Muriel was a boy) when our feet suddenly sank into this boggy marsh part. Gyah. There was a little stream running there, hidden by the grass, ready to swallow up the unsuspecting walker. Somehow, Muriel and I were able to safely clamber up past the mud and onto the sloping side. Milcah, on the other hand, was left there to die. HAHAHA. The soft brown soil was swallowing her feet, white pants and all. Because Milcah needed rescuing, Muriel went down again (this time her foot unfortunately sank into the mud :)) ) to find another way.
As a result of the muddy specks on her pants, Milcah and I (Muriel by this time had already left) went to the SE bathroom to wash her pants. Anyway, the long and short of it is, we were super late for Math. To the point that we actually considered cutting the blasted subject. Walang Toking masakyan! We walked under the damn heat and moaned our way up the stairs, to where Sir Eric was teaching with his usual... vigour. :
Ah, what a day. As usual, there were extremely good parts (Muriel's visit, my afternoon nap, Debsoc) and extremely bad parts (the heat, Math, I autoloaded the wrong number, Math). This is the latest I've been out so far; I arrived home a while ago at half past nine, just in time to see Kim Chiu go back to Gerald, and watch Fredo discover Dyesebel in mermaid form. :
Right now, I just feel hungry.
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