Welcome to the post-academic heaven, where the day starts at 11am and ends at 3am, where schedules are virtually empty, and where stress is non-existent.

And I am in math dept purgatory looking up at my coursemates in heaven. Thank god I gots Serena with me. Haha.

Imagine… Yesterday, I went to the dept before 9am because I was asked to proctor a Ma19 test until 1030. Originally, my planner said that I was to stay in the dept until 12nn only (reviewing for CFA) but Ate Edith asked if I could announce a free cut at 1030 and proctor another test at 12. Since I was the only GA in the dept at that time, I had no choice but to say okay. I barely had time to eat lunch, in fact, I think I just dashed to Prince David to charge my MyPhone (redundant…?) then I had to speedwalk back to the dept. With an empty stomach. Under the sweltering heat.

FUCK.

When I got there, one of the teachers asked me to announce a free cut and Ate Edith asked me to proctor a seatwork from 130-3pm. Daaaaaamn. She said I could just leave the seatwork and ask the students to drop by the dept to pass ‘em. But then I couldn’t leave the class naman right after I distributed the seatwork because a lot of students were coming in late. So I left the class at 230pm. I just dropped by the dept to get my stuff so that I could go home. I hadn’t even stepped outside Ateneo grounds yet when my MyPhone (redundant nga) started ringing. It was an unknown number so I dint answer. Then the caller sent me a text message; it was one of the math teachers asking me to sub and teach Lagrange multipliers for her Ma19 class at 3pm that day. FUCK. HER. 15 frikken minutes before the bell?! And what the hell do I remember about Lagrange multipliers?!

I hate last-minute things like these. This is slavery, I tell ya.