the triumph of... of something.
Jul. 20th, 2009 08:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
levityWala kaming PE bukas. Allow me to repeat myself. WALA KAMING PE BUKAS!!! I don't think I've ever been so happy to learn- no, that's wrong, for the joy that abounds every time a PE class is cancelled is universal and otherwise inimitable, but when combined with the joy that abounds every time a 7 am class is cancelled-
Words can't say. WALANG PE BUKAS.
Poor Block 14.
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Our Esteemed Sir Esguerra, History Professor Extraordinaire, hath been afflicted by that plague of the early months of 2009- the dreaded Swine Flu. He nonetheless showed up for class wearing a face mask and sunglasses and bearing hand sanitizer, making sure the early-morning-waking-up-efforts of his forty students were not for naught. Our Equally Esteemed Filipino/Kom Professor Ma'am Joson has not yet succumbed to the temptation to commit suicide for failing to instill in her students the ability to create a proper outline. Our Very Much Pierced In More Ways Than One Philo Professor Sir Tius for the first time in what seems like forever dressed in what is thought to be the proper professorly manner. And words can likewise not sing of the glory of Sir Mong and his Valiant Attempts at Point-Plotting.
Worth the five-thirty waking time, I guess.
Words can't say. WALANG PE BUKAS.
Poor Block 14.
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Our Esteemed Sir Esguerra, History Professor Extraordinaire, hath been afflicted by that plague of the early months of 2009- the dreaded Swine Flu. He nonetheless showed up for class wearing a face mask and sunglasses and bearing hand sanitizer, making sure the early-morning-waking-up-efforts of his forty students were not for naught. Our Equally Esteemed Filipino/Kom Professor Ma'am Joson has not yet succumbed to the temptation to commit suicide for failing to instill in her students the ability to create a proper outline. Our Very Much Pierced In More Ways Than One Philo Professor Sir Tius for the first time in what seems like forever dressed in what is thought to be the proper professorly manner. And words can likewise not sing of the glory of Sir Mong and his Valiant Attempts at Point-Plotting.
Worth the five-thirty waking time, I guess.
