The One with the Super Strict Dance Class
September 13, 2006
9:34 pm
It was another 4:45 am wake up for me this morning. My seven o'clock class would start in a few hours. There was a hole in my PE shirt so at 5:30, I had to have it stitched by my helper so I would have something to wear to the first PE class of the semester.
It was like preparing for war. I had heard of this teacher for a while now and, it seemed, he was an enemy to eye and keep in radar. His name?
Yes, we were told to remember it: Professor Martin C. Ronda.
Every step I took brought be closer to my block's first encounter with him, but first there was Polisci. Polisci found me standing, called my Prof. Jet and being asked who my favorite politician is. The hell, I didn't know any who wasn't either already dead or in jail, so, I said GMA. When asked why, I told him, well that she was the only one I knew. Politics is dumb to me, and I think it always will be. I accept it as something that affects millions of Filipinos around the world and the decisions made my the leaders have been so poor thus far. No matter how good the intention of Politics starts off to be, it will never be clean in my eyes. Everywhere, this is causing such chaos in countries all over the world. I'm not sure whether I want parliamentary or democracy. They'd be chaotic either way. Is there even a real contest? I will never step foot into politics. This class and IntGlos is as far as I go in the sphere of Politics.
Next, there was Tredone. This class is, so far, the tamest of the bunch. I was neither awake nor asleep in this class and I was able to follow through with the discussion pretty well. We talked about a guy named Viktor Frankl who was a victim of the Concentration Camps during the world war, the time when Hitler's mark grew and grew. Our prof had said that our class was the first to take down notes from this article he had had us read, flashed up on the OHP. There were lines that I took note of: one of them is my status at the moment. Here they are:
"He who has a why to live for, can bear with almost any how."
"I called to the Lord from my narrown prison and he answered me in the freedom of space."
"What counts in suffering is not the suffering, but on'e attitude towards it."
"The goal of human existence is not self-actualization, but self-transcendence--over-coming and surpassing one's self. "
The quotes are pretty self-explanitory. They stand well out on their own. I'll try to find time to take them all on one by one next time--my interpretations of them anyway.
Englres was next on the agenda and, quite frankly, I wanted to sleep in it. We took only a fraction of our time, but I still got super bored. She talked about blah, blah, blah, research, blah.
Then, U-break came and I spent it with Chris, Raisa, Micah and Raisa's two blockmates (Louie--sp? and Diana). It was fun. I did miss them, its true. There are just some jokes that aren't "decent" enough to crack in front of the blockmates. There are just things that only Ad Libitum understands. Ad Libitum, indeed.
Then it was war time. I came at 2:0--something. I was the sixth one to get into class and I had been warned to do the following things:
1. be at least 30 minutes early (but he prefers 1 hour or more)
2. take off my jewelries (even my watch)
3. place my belongings in the right side of the room in an orderly fashion
4. not to make erasures in the yellow pad attendance paper (which I did in my ID number, so I just doctored the two 7's that I accidentally placed into a 2 and 6)
5. sit up straight (I was in "'sion" the entire time)
6. I had a starch white tissue paper in my back pocket (stolen from McDo that I used to cough with a bunch of times. I was aware of it too) and
7. not to stand when asked if we had taken up ballroom dancing in High School (which I still stood up in. I couldn't lie. I just couldn't.)
I conclude: I would probably fail a lie detector test even if usually, all the questions just require yes or no questions hahaaha.
Professor Martin C. Ronda. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
There are just no words... oh, oh yes there are: Super Strict.
Yes. Not very, very, really, really, or super. It's SUPER.
It's being in ACP all over again, with an even stricter officer. We were asked what we had heard of him. I stood and said all in the list I had just mentioned. He said that every single one in the list was aboslutely true and more. Eghad. This second term's PE was a toughie--to say the very, very , very least. I don't know if I'll get a 4.0 in PE like last term, but at least I got a feel of a 4.0 in PE for a little while. I'm happy with that. Goodbye, 4.0 in PE, till we meet again in, hopefully, Badminton. Hurrah.
The day was so very great. Oh, wait, no. Very? No. It's just SUPER.
P.S. I meant that both lsincerely and sarcastically for different parts of my day.
9:34 pm
It was another 4:45 am wake up for me this morning. My seven o'clock class would start in a few hours. There was a hole in my PE shirt so at 5:30, I had to have it stitched by my helper so I would have something to wear to the first PE class of the semester.
It was like preparing for war. I had heard of this teacher for a while now and, it seemed, he was an enemy to eye and keep in radar. His name?
Yes, we were told to remember it: Professor Martin C. Ronda.
Every step I took brought be closer to my block's first encounter with him, but first there was Polisci. Polisci found me standing, called my Prof. Jet and being asked who my favorite politician is. The hell, I didn't know any who wasn't either already dead or in jail, so, I said GMA. When asked why, I told him, well that she was the only one I knew. Politics is dumb to me, and I think it always will be. I accept it as something that affects millions of Filipinos around the world and the decisions made my the leaders have been so poor thus far. No matter how good the intention of Politics starts off to be, it will never be clean in my eyes. Everywhere, this is causing such chaos in countries all over the world. I'm not sure whether I want parliamentary or democracy. They'd be chaotic either way. Is there even a real contest? I will never step foot into politics. This class and IntGlos is as far as I go in the sphere of Politics.
Next, there was Tredone. This class is, so far, the tamest of the bunch. I was neither awake nor asleep in this class and I was able to follow through with the discussion pretty well. We talked about a guy named Viktor Frankl who was a victim of the Concentration Camps during the world war, the time when Hitler's mark grew and grew. Our prof had said that our class was the first to take down notes from this article he had had us read, flashed up on the OHP. There were lines that I took note of: one of them is my status at the moment. Here they are:
"He who has a why to live for, can bear with almost any how."
"I called to the Lord from my narrown prison and he answered me in the freedom of space."
"What counts in suffering is not the suffering, but on'e attitude towards it."
"The goal of human existence is not self-actualization, but self-transcendence--over-coming and surpassing one's self. "
The quotes are pretty self-explanitory. They stand well out on their own. I'll try to find time to take them all on one by one next time--my interpretations of them anyway.
Englres was next on the agenda and, quite frankly, I wanted to sleep in it. We took only a fraction of our time, but I still got super bored. She talked about blah, blah, blah, research, blah.
Then, U-break came and I spent it with Chris, Raisa, Micah and Raisa's two blockmates (Louie--sp? and Diana). It was fun. I did miss them, its true. There are just some jokes that aren't "decent" enough to crack in front of the blockmates. There are just things that only Ad Libitum understands. Ad Libitum, indeed.
Then it was war time. I came at 2:0--something. I was the sixth one to get into class and I had been warned to do the following things:
1. be at least 30 minutes early (but he prefers 1 hour or more)
2. take off my jewelries (even my watch)
3. place my belongings in the right side of the room in an orderly fashion
4. not to make erasures in the yellow pad attendance paper (which I did in my ID number, so I just doctored the two 7's that I accidentally placed into a 2 and 6)
5. sit up straight (I was in "'sion" the entire time)
6. I had a starch white tissue paper in my back pocket (stolen from McDo that I used to cough with a bunch of times. I was aware of it too) and
7. not to stand when asked if we had taken up ballroom dancing in High School (which I still stood up in. I couldn't lie. I just couldn't.)
I conclude: I would probably fail a lie detector test even if usually, all the questions just require yes or no questions hahaaha.
Professor Martin C. Ronda. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
There are just no words... oh, oh yes there are: Super Strict.
Yes. Not very, very, really, really, or super. It's SUPER.
It's being in ACP all over again, with an even stricter officer. We were asked what we had heard of him. I stood and said all in the list I had just mentioned. He said that every single one in the list was aboslutely true and more. Eghad. This second term's PE was a toughie--to say the very, very , very least. I don't know if I'll get a 4.0 in PE like last term, but at least I got a feel of a 4.0 in PE for a little while. I'm happy with that. Goodbye, 4.0 in PE, till we meet again in, hopefully, Badminton. Hurrah.
The day was so very great. Oh, wait, no. Very? No. It's just SUPER.
P.S. I meant that both lsincerely and sarcastically for different parts of my day.
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