summer monologue
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i had a hard, happy summer. there was a lot to go through, physically, emotionally, FINANCIALLY,. we had fopc stuff, and i repeat, that was a lot to go through. there were sleepless nights sorting paper into white paper, newsprint, newspaper and other paper, tying them together and constantly transferring them to other places. then there was this night when we crushed a gazillon pet bottles and aluminum cans. we also sorted old clothes that can fill a department store into pants, over-alls /o-ver-ols/ (haha), skirts, shirts, blouses, shorts and into wearable and non-wearable. we have 'tambay'-ed in vinzons for a whole month. (97 hrs!!! [total tambay score: 97*3=291+]) and won games also. we had done work for fopc too. we marshalled in the freshmen registration, which was a bit fun. we sold tindahan goods for the fincom. we marshalled in the bagsakan as registration people and sorters on the clothes bagsakan (just yesterday). it was a very very sweaty fopc. i felt the sweat trickle down my arms, face and legs, and evaporate to leave the sticky salt on my skin. it is yucky just imagining it. i rush home and take a bath, and i return to be sticky again. i sneeze three times in 5 minutes because of the dust from the clothes we sorted. our hands become so sore from removing the STAPLE WIRES from the pile of papers (the richmond account). we get tired and it sucks, but it will be worth it. i hope.
but wait, there's more. i also had classes this summer. two, actually. i had pi 100, which was nothing short of as joke, although it was a fun learning experience. not only did i learn how the events in rizal's life affect his intellectual growth and how it was reflected in his work, but also i learned how to make a report such that no one will interrupt and how to bribe your professor. it was an attendance class, for all i cared for was the attendance (which will give a .25 boost). then comes the irksome comm 3 class. i can not say i did not hate it at first, because we had to do lots of ACTING stuff, and acting is not my element. (it's janine's) and in anticipation for the acting parts, we had lectures which were really a bore. but then. the impromptu speeches were the best (discuss: escort service). the extemporaneous was a lot of work, and mine sucked. the play was a mess, but enjoyable. the speech choir was a blast. we were excellent in that. in the end of this term, the whole class became such good friends. we know have our own yahoo group.
this was, as i repeatingly say to people, my hardest, but most fun summer yet. although i get bad grades, and although we fail in fopc, of course, i might cry and all, but the experience was all worth it. and i don't want a summer like this again. one is enough.
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i had a hard, happy summer. there was a lot to go through, physically, emotionally, FINANCIALLY,. we had fopc stuff, and i repeat, that was a lot to go through. there were sleepless nights sorting paper into white paper, newsprint, newspaper and other paper, tying them together and constantly transferring them to other places. then there was this night when we crushed a gazillon pet bottles and aluminum cans. we also sorted old clothes that can fill a department store into pants, over-alls /o-ver-ols/ (haha), skirts, shirts, blouses, shorts and into wearable and non-wearable. we have 'tambay'-ed in vinzons for a whole month. (97 hrs!!! [total tambay score: 97*3=291+]) and won games also. we had done work for fopc too. we marshalled in the freshmen registration, which was a bit fun. we sold tindahan goods for the fincom. we marshalled in the bagsakan as registration people and sorters on the clothes bagsakan (just yesterday). it was a very very sweaty fopc. i felt the sweat trickle down my arms, face and legs, and evaporate to leave the sticky salt on my skin. it is yucky just imagining it. i rush home and take a bath, and i return to be sticky again. i sneeze three times in 5 minutes because of the dust from the clothes we sorted. our hands become so sore from removing the STAPLE WIRES from the pile of papers (the richmond account). we get tired and it sucks, but it will be worth it. i hope.
but wait, there's more. i also had classes this summer. two, actually. i had pi 100, which was nothing short of as joke, although it was a fun learning experience. not only did i learn how the events in rizal's life affect his intellectual growth and how it was reflected in his work, but also i learned how to make a report such that no one will interrupt and how to bribe your professor. it was an attendance class, for all i cared for was the attendance (which will give a .25 boost). then comes the irksome comm 3 class. i can not say i did not hate it at first, because we had to do lots of ACTING stuff, and acting is not my element. (it's janine's) and in anticipation for the acting parts, we had lectures which were really a bore. but then. the impromptu speeches were the best (discuss: escort service). the extemporaneous was a lot of work, and mine sucked. the play was a mess, but enjoyable. the speech choir was a blast. we were excellent in that. in the end of this term, the whole class became such good friends. we know have our own yahoo group.
this was, as i repeatingly say to people, my hardest, but most fun summer yet. although i get bad grades, and although we fail in fopc, of course, i might cry and all, but the experience was all worth it. and i don't want a summer like this again. one is enough.
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