I shouldn't be blogging right now.
My nose instead should be buried in between the pages of my photocopies. My fingers should be busy running all over the map of Asia right now. Instead here I am hammering at my keyboard.
After my midterms exam for Curative and Nursing Research today, I should know better.
Not reading in advance and sleeping during lectures has done its toll on me. Today as I sat chewing eraser of my Mongol pencil and looking at the blank spaces of my test paper, I had so many realizations. And these realizations has already passed my mind many times before. Yet sadly for the nth time I still did not learn my lesson.
My classmates were all moaning on how they had epistaxis because of the difficult test. I had paroxysms! CSF was running through my nose and ears!
I hope tomorrow will be better. I have two more tests to go-Theology and Asian Civilization.
Why oh why did the school suddenly changed their usually multiple choiced major exams into a more subjective one!!!!

I'm counting the days until I graduate. Six years in college is no fun at all. I could have been in a Master's program right now or if my brain and finances would have me have it, medicine. But it's no use crying over spilled milk( uhmm spilled water since I'm lactose intolerant). I've got 8 more months to go, God willing.
The Capping and Badging ceremony will be tomorrow. We had to eke out 70 Php just for the souvenirs! When I had my ceremony I remembered being handed with an ugly dusty candle. This made me muse out loud if the candle was already an heirloom passed from the first batch of student nurses. I just hope this would be my last year in nursing and St. Scho or else I'll be wagging my tongue again because there will be 2 batches to be capped and badged next year.
On Saturday will be the Acquaintance party. They have this weird sitting arrangement wherein 3 fourth years will be paired up with 3 freshies in one table. As if I would bother getting acquainted with them when I myself isn't acquainted yet with my own clasmates. I'm getting nauseated by this thought. Mr. Nugas said this would be an excellent opportunity to sell our old books and photocopies and druglits. Maybe I can sell my PHN bag.
Pictures of how we are supposed to dress are posted at school. No sleeveless. No spaghetti straps. No tubes. Nothing above the knee. No colored stockings. No heeled shoes above 2 inches. And above all no False eyelashes. No FALSE EYELASHES?Preposterous. I'll wear a sackcloth or better yet my school uniform.
Next week, MIDTERMS. How time flies..I have to master neuro. I've dozed off in all of Mr. Eunuch's lecture.Crunch..crucnh..crunch..

I felt pity for the girl on the sex scandal video I received a few days back.
I know her.I've walked the same corridors, sat on the same chairs, went to the same school and listened to the same boring lectures with her. We even rode the same old rickety jeep that ply the same pockmarked subdivision we live in. Though I only know her by name and never really got to know her nature, I pity her.
I remember once that there was trouble with her and her boyfriend. She was at the school lobby with her boyfriend and their parents. Rumor has it that they were caught having sex on the biology lab. Others say that it was because her boyfriend would often beat her up.
Her friends say she is nice and the only problem is likes to sleep around. She should have seen this thing coming to her. Sooner or later your deed comes around and haunts you. Though the man on the video was obviously not her boyfriend, I pity her. She was unaware. (Or was she?) Her eyes were closed. They were doing a private act.
Not even the most private act these days remains private. It makes you wonder who's the next victim.
She now has a baby and a husband probably. What would be their reaction And more importantly how would she react? Can she ever face the world again when every time she looks a person in the eye she would think that maybe, just maybe this person has seen her video. The whispers on the corners..the laughter..I've been there and believe me paranoia is something serious.