I'll follow behind you on rainbow road
Earlier this morning I was able to enroll myself in the virtual classroom for my EDFD 201 class (Psycho-Philosophical Foundations of Education). One of the requirements is to create a blog in WordPress where we'll post our insights about the lesson. It's the first time I'll be blogging academically for a class; I've done this last semester, but not in blog form, in my EDFD 221 (Socio-Cultural Foundations of Education). That, in my opinion, was the best class ever. I've learned so much just from discourse. Of course there were also readings, but it was already understood that we've read and processed the readings before coming to class so that we'd be able to share our insights.
There are no posts yet, but here's the link anyway (in case I forget or something happens): Reflections upon reflections. I'm probably biased, but I still find LJ easier to use.
Ate Auwie and I were puzzled and then relieved last Saturday when our professor for EDFD 201 came in. The first week, we came to class very excited, since we heard good things about the professor. Technically Ate Auwie did, since she's more finicky about these things even if she's not up and leaving me alone in the middle of the semester to be an exchange student in Korea. Anyway, that day, someone came to our class and announced that another professor would take over the class. Ironically, this was the one Jeanne emphatically told me never to enroll in just the night before. We were thrown into a tizzy especially since we didn't know how she behaved in the classroom. We were made to answer a list of questions that ended in, "Who are you as a person? Who are you as a student?" Ate Auwie was so stressed by the former that she wrote down, "I'm meticulous and friendly." It still makes me laugh when I remember it. Last Saturday, another professor came in and announced that she was going to handle the course, but offered no explanation about the substitution.
It's not raining at the moment, but last night was a nightmare for commuters, including Denggai and me. The Department meeting ended at 5.30 so we hitched a ride with Karina. She dropped us off at Centris where, we figured, we'd have a better chance of finding taxis. We went to one side of Centris where the Pantranco jeepney terminal was, but it rained harder and we couldn't see any taxis. We went back to where Karina dropped us off and then crossed the street to an adjacent building where one taxi had just stopped. Someone else got in, and we waited for the next one in which someone else (who was waiting before us, to be fair) got in. We were fairly sure that the next taxi would be ours, but none came after fifteen minutes of waiting. Denggai called her husband to pick her up and ask him out to eat at Tong Yang. She invited me too, and that was the first time I ate there. It's kind of like Yakimix, but with a hot pot and less variety. I put potatoes, shrimp, chicken, and noodles in my hotpot. It was hearty and very much perfect for the cold weather. We were joined by Jeff and Basti after an hour and a half of eating and a rambling conversation that involved officemates and language, elitism, and sociolinguistics.
Today Karina dropped me off again near SM, which I'm grateful for. Both our classes end at 5.30pm, but while she has a car and can avoid the teeming mass of humanity waiting for jeepneys outside FC, I don't and I can't. Well, I can, but that would mean holing up in the office until 7pm. We had a good conversation about afternoon classes, substances, college life, and dogs. She said she freaked out when Jeanne told her about what happened two Fridays ago. It will happen again this Friday, I hope.
There are no posts yet, but here's the link anyway (in case I forget or something happens): Reflections upon reflections. I'm probably biased, but I still find LJ easier to use.
Ate Auwie and I were puzzled and then relieved last Saturday when our professor for EDFD 201 came in. The first week, we came to class very excited, since we heard good things about the professor. Technically Ate Auwie did, since she's more finicky about these things even if she's not up and leaving me alone in the middle of the semester to be an exchange student in Korea. Anyway, that day, someone came to our class and announced that another professor would take over the class. Ironically, this was the one Jeanne emphatically told me never to enroll in just the night before. We were thrown into a tizzy especially since we didn't know how she behaved in the classroom. We were made to answer a list of questions that ended in, "Who are you as a person? Who are you as a student?" Ate Auwie was so stressed by the former that she wrote down, "I'm meticulous and friendly." It still makes me laugh when I remember it. Last Saturday, another professor came in and announced that she was going to handle the course, but offered no explanation about the substitution.
It's not raining at the moment, but last night was a nightmare for commuters, including Denggai and me. The Department meeting ended at 5.30 so we hitched a ride with Karina. She dropped us off at Centris where, we figured, we'd have a better chance of finding taxis. We went to one side of Centris where the Pantranco jeepney terminal was, but it rained harder and we couldn't see any taxis. We went back to where Karina dropped us off and then crossed the street to an adjacent building where one taxi had just stopped. Someone else got in, and we waited for the next one in which someone else (who was waiting before us, to be fair) got in. We were fairly sure that the next taxi would be ours, but none came after fifteen minutes of waiting. Denggai called her husband to pick her up and ask him out to eat at Tong Yang. She invited me too, and that was the first time I ate there. It's kind of like Yakimix, but with a hot pot and less variety. I put potatoes, shrimp, chicken, and noodles in my hotpot. It was hearty and very much perfect for the cold weather. We were joined by Jeff and Basti after an hour and a half of eating and a rambling conversation that involved officemates and language, elitism, and sociolinguistics.
Today Karina dropped me off again near SM, which I'm grateful for. Both our classes end at 5.30pm, but while she has a car and can avoid the teeming mass of humanity waiting for jeepneys outside FC, I don't and I can't. Well, I can, but that would mean holing up in the office until 7pm. We had a good conversation about afternoon classes, substances, college life, and dogs. She said she freaked out when Jeanne told her about what happened two Fridays ago. It will happen again this Friday, I hope.