the week in focus
This is just great: Contrary to how I have felt for this subject, I'm indeed faring relatively well in linguis. (Except for the last midterms, which I screwed up for being too slow when I was answering. Nevertheless, Ma'am Laurilla did give us the chance to have a "make-up" of sorts, as a good number of the class actually got a failing mark. And the highest was just around 75.5 or so, out of a hundred.)
Now for the bad news: Raymund's father passed away. Tradition has always called for calling up the cavalry to pick me up whenever I'm down South, but I'm having second thoughts, as Gino told me about how the hell to get home commuting.
I'm just scared, as it would require me to travel in a bus, late in the evening. (Perfect setting for a robbery. :)
FOUNED2 is cracking me up. Ma'am Lilet just complained and ranted endlessly last meeting about how dismal our papers on our visit to St. La Salle Preschool were. Sheesh, ma'am, cut us some slack. In the first place, she never stated that she wanted a "formal" paper, let alone a comprehensive one, so we, being largely a frosh class, assumed that what she required is just a pseudo-paper of sorts that highlights what she asked of us. As far as I can recall (and based from the notes I had of that requirement) she never stated a specific format for the paper. And thats the problem. Here she was, complaining about the utter lack of decent content on that paper, whereas in the first place, she never really clearly defined what she needed! Gargh.
And she went on to continue how she was planning to not give us a final paper anymore if only we did that right, and that now we have to suffer the consequences of having exerted less effort on that crap of a paper. Double sheesh.
Next week, we're scheduled to do a **comprehensive** tour of San Isidro Catholic School, just around four city blocks away from La Salle. She asks us to literally write about almost every facet of the said institution, right down to its physicalities. From administration, students, services, mission-vision. And get this: She expects us to gather all pertinent information in just an hour. Weeee. Goodbye, genpsyc and hello, hellish requirement.
Though if its any consolation, she did state what she needed now for the final paper. ::sarcastic::
And she'll still be having finals. Roar.
Ano kaya? Punta kaya ako sa wake nung father ni Raymund o hinde? Hmmm. ::thinking cap on::
This is just great: Contrary to how I have felt for this subject, I'm indeed faring relatively well in linguis. (Except for the last midterms, which I screwed up for being too slow when I was answering. Nevertheless, Ma'am Laurilla did give us the chance to have a "make-up" of sorts, as a good number of the class actually got a failing mark. And the highest was just around 75.5 or so, out of a hundred.)
Now for the bad news: Raymund's father passed away. Tradition has always called for calling up the cavalry to pick me up whenever I'm down South, but I'm having second thoughts, as Gino told me about how the hell to get home commuting.
I'm just scared, as it would require me to travel in a bus, late in the evening. (Perfect setting for a robbery. :)
FOUNED2 is cracking me up. Ma'am Lilet just complained and ranted endlessly last meeting about how dismal our papers on our visit to St. La Salle Preschool were. Sheesh, ma'am, cut us some slack. In the first place, she never stated that she wanted a "formal" paper, let alone a comprehensive one, so we, being largely a frosh class, assumed that what she required is just a pseudo-paper of sorts that highlights what she asked of us. As far as I can recall (and based from the notes I had of that requirement) she never stated a specific format for the paper. And thats the problem. Here she was, complaining about the utter lack of decent content on that paper, whereas in the first place, she never really clearly defined what she needed! Gargh.
And she went on to continue how she was planning to not give us a final paper anymore if only we did that right, and that now we have to suffer the consequences of having exerted less effort on that crap of a paper. Double sheesh.
Next week, we're scheduled to do a **comprehensive** tour of San Isidro Catholic School, just around four city blocks away from La Salle. She asks us to literally write about almost every facet of the said institution, right down to its physicalities. From administration, students, services, mission-vision. And get this: She expects us to gather all pertinent information in just an hour. Weeee. Goodbye, genpsyc and hello, hellish requirement.
Though if its any consolation, she did state what she needed now for the final paper. ::sarcastic::
And she'll still be having finals. Roar.
Ano kaya? Punta kaya ako sa wake nung father ni Raymund o hinde? Hmmm. ::thinking cap on::
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