Friday, April 28, 2006
now this new concept was introduced to us the other day. and i kept on thinking thank god that the hippos have flown (in other words id hate to be them) you see transformative learning involves, a student going to class (freshmen), sitting, staring into thin air, trying to make an interesting conversation with the person beside you (if you dont know anyone, then conversing with yourself applies), waiting for the teacher to arrive. then when the teacher does arrive he sits tells you to ask yourself a question, then answer it on you own, and go to him when you get the answer.
wow, you go to class to just sit, and formulate a question to ask yourself. i get the point of what their trying to do, but if thats the case then can't that be done over the net?!
sigh well i just finished statistics. . .so that just means theres a fire inside my head, with all the little abby's are scurrying(?!) trying to file all the information properly, but sadly failing. i think when they were constructing my brain it wouldnt fit so they chopped of a portion (the one which contained computer, and statistic skills) they also chopped of a huge chunk of my memory intake. so after the other parts of my brain adapts to the challange that is math. . . it just goes to the trashbin. . .(lack of space) so i just forget it the next day. . .tragic really!!!
sigh. . .so ...thats that ciao
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12:19 AM
now this new concept was introduced to us the other day. and i kept on thinking thank god that the hippos have flown (in other words id hate to be them) you see transformative learning involves, a student going to class (freshmen), sitting, staring into thin air, trying to make an interesting conversation with the person beside you (if you dont know anyone, then conversing with yourself applies), waiting for the teacher to arrive. then when the teacher does arrive he sits tells you to ask yourself a question, then answer it on you own, and go to him when you get the answer.
wow, you go to class to just sit, and formulate a question to ask yourself. i get the point of what their trying to do, but if thats the case then can't that be done over the net?!
sigh well i just finished statistics. . .so that just means theres a fire inside my head, with all the little abby's are scurrying(?!) trying to file all the information properly, but sadly failing. i think when they were constructing my brain it wouldnt fit so they chopped of a portion (the one which contained computer, and statistic skills) they also chopped of a huge chunk of my memory intake. so after the other parts of my brain adapts to the challange that is math. . . it just goes to the trashbin. . .(lack of space) so i just forget it the next day. . .tragic really!!!
sigh. . .so ...thats that ciao
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12:19 AM
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
ok so here i am still basking in summer, hurray (as if i have a choice) and i have been studying history alot and im sorta frustrated about getting a wrong question. . . the question was: how come the decline of china was worst than the decline of india in 600 a.d. so i went through all the trouble of describing their economic standing. and how damn stupid they were. . . but the answer was simply religion. . . frustration, frustration
*elephant wearing a tutu fans my face, while singing "i like big butts an i cannot lie. . .* agggh
so my friends debut is comming up. . .theres nothing interesting going on in that line of events, but im pointing it out. . . that just means thats the most interesting happening in my life. . .i know its trajic.
on the other hand my brothers life is interesting, not going well but interesting.
just last night he ate fish "bangus" and got fish bones "tinik" lodged down his throat . . . we had several solutions like, forcing a cat to rub his neck (a superstion, since cat theoats and stomachs are made of sternier stuff) then eat sliced bannans whole, eat rolled rice whole, in the end it barely worked since my brother instead of swallowing it whole to clear his throat, he chews then drinks water. . . i think he failed to see the whole point. . .
thats it bye
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12:03 AM
Thursday, April 20, 2006
well i passed statistics, and all the little creatures in my brain are jumping in joy!
i was a nervous wreck before my prof gave the results, and fate seemed to be taunting me, imagine the lrt stopped 4 times due to technical problems (it was the longest lrt ride of my life) my prof. was 1 hr late. . .so deep im my head i was bargaining with god that 1. i wouldnt eat chocolate for a month (i still dont know how im going to survive) 2. i would go to church every sunday of that month (ironically it was holy week) so i had to really go to church, we did visita iglesia (we had to go to 7 churches, we did and we prayed the rosary per church)
and i even encountered a church that i really disliked, coz it made me feel unwelome in the house of god- there was a dress code so they didnt let us enter the church (required clothing-women should wear skirts, below the knees mind you. the neckline should not be below 2 inches under the neck. sleeves of polo or blouse should be elbow length) wow right. . .
so here i am now facing doom once again=stat102. . . agggh i curse math. . .
anyway to end this. . .i encourage everybody to watch "rent" wonderful movie (just dont let kids below 13 watch with all the action of men kissing men and women kissing women. . .they might get gender confused. all those lil boys might want to do your nails and hair, so thats a no no. not to mention that all most everybody has aids. . .(just watch its worth it) ok buhbye
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12:21 AM
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
sigh the title pefectly explains how i feel now,i just finished all my finals and im scared as hell, i fixed my schedule according to the way i want my life to go, but im afraid of flunking stat. not just the flunking but the multitude of adjustments i have to take if i do flunk. . . i got a 59.7% in my 3 exams, so that just means if i flunk, i just hope my prof makes a miracle . . . to make me pass even if i get the lowest grade possible. . .beggars cant be choosers. . .so i pray to god please . . .please help, and everyone who does read this please pray for me. . .
aaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh
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7:52 PM