Tangina TUUUUUUUPS!
*deep breaths, deep breaths*
TANGINA TALAGA!
You are the biggest wuttagenius in the Math Department for scheduling a required elective right in the middle of our most precious (and not to mention LAST) sembreak of the century. It’s unfair and unreasonable to deprive us overworked students of a few weeks of brainless resting. What’s more unfair is that we haven’t even been informed properly about it. As in nalaman lang namin from the grapevine kaya fuzzy pa yung details and shit. These things should be OFFICIALLY announced at the start of the semester or at least a couple of months ahead. Talk about being very inconsiderate. As of now, we only know that we would be having an elective during the sembreak. We don’t know for how long, how often, how much of a bullshitcrapfest it would be…
I mean… Thaaaaaanks. This really says a lot about how the Math Department treats its graduate students. Like fucking guinea pigs. As in “Oooh this looks like a good idea, let’s try it on them” then “Ooops, phail”.. Shitters. I don’t know whether it’s just because they are friggin hermits that they treat us like we’re cut off from the rest of the world as well. Is it just me complaining because I already have plans for the sembreak? Is it just because I’m not so adapted to sudden major changes in schedule? Or are we all convinced that the Math Department is scum?
I’m very very tempted to drop (dead gorgeous) graduate studies. For one, most of the things we’re currently studying will never never be applied in the real world. Come on. All’s theoretical, farfetched, scholastic-esque crap. And in the end, I bet I’ll still end up a drug dealer after all this.
Add to that the fact that the WorldBank has already (finally! Been lusting about this my entire money-oriented life!) given me a job offer that’s so goddamned difficult to turn down. I’m convinced that it is the ideal job that will definitely allow me to travel, have a socio-political scandal, amass large sums of wealth, and retire by the age of 40. I will then buy a country, a mountain, a country with a mountain, hire a hitman and get back at Tups. Maybe then she’ll be ever so slightly convinced that money was never an issue.
Grabe, she’s number one on my hitlist. HH coming in a very close second.
It gets worse by the way. Just this morning, we got an email announcing that we’d have pre-seminars for our sembreak elective. Pre-seminars scheduled on Saturdays (we already have Saturday classes, ngayon plus seminar pa! Sawang-sawa na ko sa coursemates ko! Kayo nanaman! Araw-araw nalang! Buong araw pa! I wanna see new faces!), and get this, during finals week. Ayun eh, kung hindi ka mapapamura diyan, ewan ko nalang. Kung hindi ka makakapatay diyan, eto konting push: Tups will be the one handling the pre-seminars.
Crapbombs! Anong alam niya?! Eh hindi nga siya aware na may commodity options! (Sorry AMF jargon, pero swear, if you’re involved in AMF and you don’t know that commodity options exist, you ought to be crucified upside down and fed to red monster ants)
Not worth the time and tuition I tell ya. Oops wait, I don’t pay tuition pala. But still…
And oh, the reason they scheduled the seminars/elective on the sembreak is because French professors will be coming over at that time and giving lectures. So… because it’s CONVENIENT for the Math Dept, instead of coming up with an AMF elective for the 2nd semester, they decided to just let us listen to these dorks with poofy accents talk about stuff we can’t even apply in the third world, or the real world, or THIS world for that matter.
I thought this was the Ateneo?!?!
I should have left for Australia when I had the chance. Fuck, I shouldn’t have studied in Ateneo at all. College was a very wrong decision. Well, AMF is. The only things I enjoyed in college were those not related to my field of study. I swear, I think mas matalino pa ko when I was in high school. My biggest regret is getting bigger and bigger, and it’s staring right at my face smirking and mouthing “I… told… you… so”
Mygosh, if I could do this all over again, I would pick skating in an instant. Maybe then I’d be getting somewhere. But now, it’s just one crapbomb after another. I can’t understand the lessons. I can’t stand most of my coursemates. I want to kill the horniest of my coursemates. I want out.
Silver lining are you there? Anywhere…?
At least my Eco thesis is turning out very very well. Although I still believe that Ateneo’s Ec Department doesn’t exactly have high standards, at least it’s grounded in this world. It’s practical and at least I see results. At least people there are normal, considerate, and unpretentious. At least there I get one amazing job offer after another and that I’m insured that I wouldn’t need to kiss-ass to land in a high-paying position.
I am entitled to whine, right? I mean, all this is still an understatement. Madami-dami pang atraso si Tups samin. Supremum of my wrath pare. I don’t see how I can get any more infuriated than I am now. Bihira pa naman ako magalit. Shit, baka magka-fever nanaman ako niyan. Noooo!
We deserve so much better. And we deserve a Bash Tuprio Day. I think we all hate her to the core. It’s just that when we have our course meetings, everyone else is acting like they agree with the crap that’s coming out of her mouth. Well not me. I super disagree, but I’m either super sleepy, mentally constipated, weak, or late to speak up.
Not today.
You have angered the Goddess of Balls! I throw you blue and red balls from my urn of powerrrrrrr!
