tue jun 07 2005 930p

the sky was a mix of black and blue where puffs of white clouds drifted by lazily. there was no sun visible and that wasn't much to appreciate. the ceiling fan rotated nonstop above me and the light breeze it generated blew a cobweb against the platform back and forth. on my left, a familiar-looking guy was pounding on his mobile phone; on my right, two girls chatted to kill time.

i sat in as 436, my elbow rested on an ugly brown armchair as my hand gripped the pen scribbling on my pad. i thought, i'm not here for the class, i'm here to cancel my slot in it, so will the *bleep* prof please show up? i was looking forward to a successful changemat since it was my first for the day. i was accepted in pp 17 and i couldn't have been more relieved. i just really need to cancel this one to fully accomplish the form.

i waited for another century. down at the side of the FC, i could hear a guy checking the sound system. they've set up this stage for the rexona first day funk. i hoped like hell PNE's coming. maybe they'll get me inspired or something and i'll endure this uber planned day that i tried to get through.

the people around me started to gettin up an hour after the class should've started. i decided to follow their lead and keep my ass on the go. i went to the fc fil dept to have my kom 1 class cancelled per my pp 17 prof's advice. and hallelujah! it was done. never imagined it was that simple.

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10:15 am. my geog 1 class didn't meet so i waited at cal 311. 312 was where i wanted to be after an hour and a quarter of it. i had to get an earlier schedule for my cw 10. i wished the prof's nice and really really kind (she's the very prof i enlisted for but on a different sked).

i tried calling kilo and niña but the network's damn bad. i felt like i was going to be bored stiff -- as stiff as the unoccupied black and grey armchairs that kept me company, as stiff as the half-black-half-white board some 6 meters in front of me. and so, to counter boredom, i observed my surroundings. sixteen fluorescent lights and four ceiling fans were on all in an effort to make a room for a nonexistent class conducive. how's that for energy conservation?

i wondered how much the government pays for our school's electric consumption. must be millions or some hundred thousands. but at least we deserve that money because we're doing something for the country.

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misfortune seemed to rain upon me -- and when it rains, it pours. after my lucky pp 17 break, all my fortune was drained. the cw 10 prof wouldn't accept me in her class. she said she had 29 students already. damn. and i just got up and walked away a loser. i was already on my way to nowhere when i thought i should've told her i just wanted to transfer from her other class.

plus, all that time i waited there when i could've gone to the gym and shopped for a pe class. even if i did go the gym after meeting up with niña, archie, and jonalyn, and even if i did get a pe class, i still felt disgusted with myself and with how things went. the pe i got was taekwondo, which is not so bad, in fact, i like it. the catch, however, was the sked: wed, 3-5. urggh. my whole first sem sked totally sucks.