If there is something I could comment about David Peralta's class is that we're just way too many and that having two classes in a single classroom is just too much of a 'magisterial' thing - if he's going to be asked. Having a class of 80 people does saves a lot of time and effort - not to mention electricity - but when time comes that you need to know who your classmates are (or maybe even the beadle), the problem steadily rises.
My blockmate alwyas extolled the beauty and 'purity' of being the beadle. He says that it's the next best thing to becoming the class president. One of my biggest misconceptions about beadle work is being the fastpass to suck-up to him or to her just to get the grade. In High School, suck-ups are frowned upon. I don't know why. It's hard to generalize why this is happening before and now that you're older (presumably) nobody even gives it a damn.
In other words, my biggest problem now is knowing (at least) who our beadle is. I haven't even seen this person emit some presence; but in fairness to the beadle, he/she doesn't really have to be conspicuous 99.9% of the time.
So when submission time came (for an assigned homework), the beadle for Ch1A stood up and started calling for papers. I knew section A's beadle because his presence is always felt (recitativo et animagis... hehe); but in Ch1E, and to see my paper collector should at least be something I'm entitled to.
Then she begins calling out the papers. I'm sure that's for Ch1E. I knew it was something familiar simply because behind my head, I knew it's a girl.
But when I saw her, I never realized that this person would catch my eye.
As if to add insult to injury, Mr. Peralta's lecture wasn't even enough to compensate for the internal trouble brewing in my alchemical system.
Darn.
So it was just pretty that; one look and then yun iba na... you know the rest, but let me assure it's not any near to that.
So let's just say that she's an eye-catcher, so to speak. But don't everyone go through the same process once in a while? I mean, I for one have felt sometimes that Ooohh... moment wherein I feel taken aback and swept off my feet.
Luckily - or rather unluckily - I haven't taken it to a serious level. Hehe.
So what am I trying to point out? This same problem! This big magesterial class, is just way too big! Lecture class, should at least be a place where you could meet your other classmates since you're just there sitting on a fixed chair ingesting everything that the teacher tells you. But what about lab class? I think she's still Ch2E's class beadle at that time...
Che! Asa ka pang makakahalubilo mo siya when everyone's busy with their volatile chemicals.
In a class of 80+, how the heck could you be convinced to go the distance and dare say...
'Hi! I'm Jem, your classmate in Ch1E. You must be ____ our class beadle. It's so nice to meet you!
By the way, has sir uploaded this day's lecture? Oh, maybe not yet. I see.
From what school did you come from?
Oh, okay.
Nice school. Hehe.
Oh, may I get your cellphone number and contact details? I'm a bit forgetful in schoolwork, if you don't mind.
Ay wait! Do you have a boyfriend already?"
Hopefully, with my tougher-than-talc convictions I don't go THAT far..
Every beautfiul relationships, be it romantic or platonic always start with the simple 'Hello!' It's rare that some people will try to catch your eye - practically screaming, "Hey sugar sugar rune! Look at me! I wanna eat you! Yum!" I'm not trying to be lewd out here - just trying to be a bit twistedly realistic.
It will always start like that, Oh, I find you cute! Then you get to know. Then we you do get to know, you look at the things beyond surface can tell. Then, you start generalizing; then you start judging if things are worth pushing through.
I haven't fallen in love yet. And even as I say that I will do after college, my life would be dull if little sparks don't fire you up. Think flame tests, if you should. See how different materials yield different flame colors?
I guess that's how my life should be. A never-ending quest of various colors. Life's so much better in two. If I'd say that I don't want to love, then I'm practically saying I don't want to live.
So, when is she showing up again?
Author's Note:
This is the only blog post I decided to rescue from my Multiply account. Why? Read on. :-)(Posted over multiply.com: December 2, 2007, 11:54 PM, Manila Time)
Author's Note:
This is the only blog post I decided to rescue from my Multiply account. Why? Read on. :-)(Posted over multiply.com: December 2, 2007, 11:54 PM, Manila Time)
