a writer, eh? not really. but why? because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am... real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me...
or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that.
because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about.. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care.
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well, i'm back guys... and with more vengeance and wrath.
ladies and gentlemen, we have a new research teacher. he will supervise on all of our projects for this fourth year.
you guessed it - that would be mr. ronald atanacio, an acquiree of BSN, MA in Education and Biology, certified gynecologist and ranked top 11 in some national examination. isn't he great? no? of course not. for a fact, he doesn't look - normally human... him, and his habitual stoop, and his blackened eyes, and his unwavering 'evil' smile.
after presenting his credentials, he required us 3 notebooks for his class - a hundred-page one for lecture, a fifty-page one for data collection, and a lesson plan-size one (actually, two one-hundred-page notebooks) for the Research itself.
why? because he's a psycho.
then he went on brawling for our first assignment: the individual research proposal, as in individual. the topic we were supposed to use will be the topic chosen by the group, only to be written individually - from abstract to bibliography, which reminds me of two things: 1) the submitted hard copy is to be written by hand in the big 200-page notebook, filling up at least 10 leaves back-to-back and 2) the number of sources used for the paper must be at least numbered 100; if taken only from the Internet, raise that number up by 50.
and then there's that sarcastic smile again, for the umpteenth time. it's just, so... bewitching.
what i mean to say about bewitching is that the whole class either had fallen into a deep trance to the point that they can't speak, or they had been magically glued to their seats and completely immobilized, to prevent from charging the speaker like a raging bull.
"now class, any questions?... reactions? ayokong violent ha." he repeatedly blurted out, causing him just to be more irritant (if he wasn't irritating enough yet..)
classes were only up to 4 pm, remember? it was 4:20 when he took his bag and murmured "goodbye class," a statement that I'll love to hear from him from now on.
all I could only hope was a good working relationship with the guy. as 4:21 pm had shown up on the clock, I knew that all my hopes were shattered at once.
coincidentally, a friend named ronald also celebrated his birthday on the new teacher's debut to avogadro-4. eight hours earlier, there was the jovially resounding greeting of "happy birthday ronald!"... eight hours later, i could only think of more or less, three words to summarize all the day's events, and this is meant for the non-celebrator:
damn you ronald.
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