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 didn’t come to school today. No, I didn’t oversleep and I wasn’t that tired to get up from bed either. It’s just that I felt that there’s no need to go to school today and that there’s even much more that could be accomplished by staying home and reading my books. Well, aside from that, I’d have to admit that somehow, no matter how I control it, my concerns about the college’s issues have been overriding my thoughts and emotions lately, that sometimes I catch myself plotting different schemes (well, not that ones that involve egalitarianism and the like). I can’t help but wonder if there is really a future for me in this university. I might be able to get through my clerkship and internship smoothly (hopefully) but what then after that? Will I be recognized by the prestigious societies? Will I be allowed to do my residency in certain hospitals? And if ever I get accepted, won’t I be given that uncomfortable questioning look whenever people learn that I am from that university?

I should have my grenade launcher in my school locker ready because I’ll never know when I’m gonna use it. Just yesterday, the culprit of all my miseries stood proudly in front of the class, giving us a lecture about how to use this particular primitive statistics computer program. No, I am not exaggerating, the program is really primitive, as in an archaic piece of thing that Blaise Pascal might have used. The program looks like Pascal or Foxplus (if you’re not familiar with these, it’s because people don’t use it anymore. don’t ask why I know them) wherein you have to learn to use all those shortcut keys as well as the keys in the first row of the keyboard (the F1, F2, so on and so forth). You might as well throw your mouse away (in short, pitch in!) because you won’t need it, the program does not recognize any command from it. And also when you want to save your program, you have to write everything: the drive name, file name and then the extension (just like when you’re using DOS). Well, the dweeb who seemed to be enjoying the lecture (sometimes the feeling that you’re teaching something that people are so ignorant about is so empowering) went on and on, insensitive to the coldness of the stares that students were giving her. But at least, she was generous enough to give us special tips on how to go about using the computer (she wanted us to become computer whiz like her, you know) like what that Start button at the bottom left-hand corner of the Windows screen can do, how to open a program, how to save, and how to exit the program. Oohh, I feel like an expert already!

Of course, how can we forget about her very supportive staff? They wouldn’t miss that lecture for anything in the world. If they were not there, who would attend to the queen dweeb’s special needs? So they secured their places among the students and tried to listen to the lecture attentively and avidly. The bouncer of the group, a.k.a. paramecium (kindly refer to my She’s famous pala entry), appeared happily inside the classroom, wearing a white coat. Yes, a wannabe in that prestigious, most-coveted white coat. I thought I had a sudden vein rupture in my neck upon the sight of her. My colleagues and I have been burning our brain cells, ingesting anything that might keep us awake during exam nights, gnawing on every page of our books, and pushing ourselves beyond our physiologic limit just to have the right and the privilege to wear that white coat! The nerve! She must have felt that by wearing the white coat, she would finally be granted the respect that she’s trying so hard to get. Schmuck! Anyway, she listened to the lecture so assiduously, but can’t seem to grasp the concept of the subject matter still because I swear I heard the little wheels slowly turning inside her tiny brain four seats away from her. Maybe it had been too much for her to think and breathe at the same time because after a couple of minutes, her brain went into hibernate mode, she was already dozing off to sleep. The poor tiny neurons at least have an energy-saving defense mechanism. The other member of the staff sat one seat apart from her ally (maybe from fear of being attacked…paranoid!) and gave us all her frozen evil smile as she passed by. Like her friend, she fell asleep and failed to give her moral support all throughout the lecture.

It might have been the perfect time to blast the trio off, to see their body parts fly into the air, but then I thought that what the heck was I thinking. I am being so low, low, low. Aside from the fact that I would have to relocate my classmates into an underground clamshell, it would take months (or at least a year depending on the bidding status) to rebuild the College of Medicine again. And that would delay us another year. Seriously, I’ve been thinking that the worst thing that these dweebs can do to me is to transform me and become a dweeb like them. I can’t let that happen. So I just sank in silence and chew my pride. The right time for them to suffer the wrath of people they injured would come. I don’t necessarily have to initiate it.