About Me

Name: maan

Location: Philippines

i'm a total coffee addict. a hypomanic who runs and flips wild in the wards. has to constantly check on my schedule not because i forget things, but because i just obsessive-compulsively do so. i love singing and dancing so much, i just love having fun. and don't mess around with animals when i'm around, unless you want to be scalpeled down to your bones (just kiddin').

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I got really pissed off yesterday. I got into a short disagreement with our college administrator (I’ll try not to use any adjectives about her, though I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold it). Anyway, the clerk forgot to inform us about an important instruction regarding our preliminary registration form (PRF) the other day. Consequently, “the” college administrator won’t sign my PRF unless I make a letter explaining why I failed to accomplish it. If I failed to do so, she won’t allow me to enroll. Rage really hit me so hard, I mean, it’s not the only time that she made a dim-witted decision that could actually have a serious effect on my studies. And since I can’t talk back (that would really put my career into serious trouble), I just cried so hard. It was so pathetic yet it’s the only “allowed” thing to do about it. I tried to explain to her that it’s not my fault, that I should not be punished or treated the same way as the others who failed to go to advising, but it seemed like she won’t let anything prove her point wrong. Remember, she’s “the” college administrator.

In the end of our argument, I realized that it’s useless arguing with her…it’s degrading to even speak to her. What’s the point of arguing with a primordial specie, which I know for sure, possesses a primitive type of brain and wouldn’t possibly have the capacity to comprehend anything I would have to say. She has this brain as small as a pea and as light as a piece of paper. All she can say to me was “we’re not suppose to tell you everything and it’s up to you to ask” repeatedly every after my sentence which only made her sound like there’s this damaged circuit inside her head that’s why she can’t make any response other than that. (I should have conducted a neuro test on her…tsk-tsk-tsk!) I even think that Shian can put up a better and more exciting argument than her (yup, I know I said I’d try not to use adjectives about her, but hey, didn’t I just say “try”?)

I realized that I won’t be in this position, that I won’t feel that my rights have been disregarded and my feelings suppressed, that I won’t be caught in a futile discussion with a so-so specie, if I have not decided to enter this institution. It is this apprehension that low tuition fee means that you have to be “their” slave: you’ll be stripped of your right to ask, to participate, to be properly informed, or simply, to breathe. Anything you say will be used against you. I’ll even be charged for getting a single piece of coupon bond for writing my so-called-request-letter, which I believe was actually bought from the medical fund that my father pays dutifully every semester. Right now, I can’t help but feel sorry for myself. This, and a whole lot more, I have to pay for the price for attaining my degree in Medicine. Not only do I need to strain myself from too much studying (yeah right, I’m just trying to make it sound so good), living a dormant social life (good thing I have my baby to cheer me up), drinking cups and cups of coffee (which by the way, I love doing), but I also have to put up with some wicked and ruthless creatures who happen to roam (and rule) the hallway of the College of Medicine. It’s a whole lot, but I just hope it’ll be all worth it in the end. And when that end comes, hehehehe…it’ll be the end of the Jurassic Age she’s trapped in.