I think I failed both OR and Stoch LTs.
Major kalat. Bonfire nalang nasa isip ko eh… Ah screw it all, finishing my MA doesn’t matter as much to me anymore. Hassle din yung fact na sobrang okay ng thesis ko. It’s as though it’s taunting me: Drop na, may World Bank naman eh. And really, what motivation do I have to finish graduate studies except for pride? I can’t not finish what I’ve already started. I’ve already invested so much time and effort and I think it would be senseless to back out now. Five subjects in five months nalang.
Besides, the classes aren’t so bad. Pointless, but bearable. Coursemates, on the other hand, are another matter. It’s as though less than half of my coursemates are mature enough to be in graduate school. Yesterday, for instance, our genius of a program adviser announced a deadline for this week. It’s semi-finals week and, although I don’t think it would kill her to extend the deadline for a couple of days, I think we shouldn’t be complaining because (1) it’s a reasonable deadline, (2) we should have seen this coming, (3) things are worse in the real world, and (4) deadlines are sacred. If you can’t respect the person setting the deadline, at least respect the deadline.
And fine, if they really needed to clamor for an extension, couldn’t they have done it in a more diplomatic way? And not the prideless, bratty, uncharacteristic of a graduate student whining kind of way? I don’t know if they’re just being pa-cute or pa-pansin. Point is, they should be ashamed of themselves. If they’re not, well I am ashamed for them. I pity them. And believe me, that is the worst kind of sentiment to get from me. For me, pity is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay below despise. I despise people who suck but, in my opinion, still have the chance to change. I pity people who are hopeless. And while I may still act nice towards them, niceness motivated by pity is not a good thing. As in “I will be nice to you kasi kawawa ka naman” kind of way.
Oh well, two weeks to go.
