Staring blankly at the teacher does not help you in any way. You hear people being called for the daily recits and the next thing you know, bam! you are next to answer. I really don’t know why I always end up blanking out whenever my prof asks me to answer. I study, that’s one thing for sure. but it seems that the problem now with me is the retention of the information I cram into my head.
Perhaps, it’s because I unconsciously refuse to accept the fact that I have to really read and digest just to get me by, when reading used to be a secondary commodity over equations and solutions to word problems. Don’t get me wrong. I get the essential details I need, only that I kinda find it difficult to verbalize what is in my head.
I know, it is not an excuse. I entered into this with full knowledge that the discipline will be totally different from what I have already known. That it would demand for more time than I would actually expect it to and that my lifeless social world will start to be akin to a ghost.
My prof is both an angel from the heavens and an angel from down below. He would grille you real bad to make sure you did not miss out anything in the minisculitic roll of data that you have to read on the other hand, I am thankful that if he sees that you are already in the negative, he will give you a chance to redeem yourself and prove that you still have what it takes to finish the course.
I am thankful that somehow, he still does. He is my teacher and I feel he still bails me out in his own class, giving me another chance to show that I still have it. I hate it when I see him disappointed. I know I have been slacking off and work is no excuse because I am not even on full load for the semester and yes, I know that I have to step it up. I need to cope so bad.
It is a lame excuse, but the only thing that seems to be affecting me right now is that I can’t keep my head in anything I do because I want to go home. I want to be in my old hometown where I could just laze and bum around.
Decembers usually make me feel that way. It’s a temporary misalignment or placement of where my brain is supposed to be, if I even qualify to be classified as having any.
Like right now. I’m supposed to be reading, but I am writing an entry in my blog instead.
I guess I should stop whining and start reading instead. We’ll have another round of recits tomorrow. The Christmas bug is starting to bite.
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So true… don’t worry you will get the hang of going back to school sooner or later (yup, preferably sooner)
Hayy! Pasko sa Iloilo…miss ko gid.
Christmas in Iloilo is really different, isn’t it? If you grew up in that place, there would always be this bug that bites whenever you are away from the home that you have known for so long.
huhuhuhu!!!!