Hell day over. Heaven begins!

So much for my hell day yesterday. The definition of "hell" is up for grabs, though, as it was more of a cold I'm-too-tired-I'd-rather-sleep hell rather than a flaming OH-MY-GOD-I'M-GOING-CRAZY kind of hell. But then again, a frozen hell is no better than a blazing one.

In theology, my teacher subtly smacked our report... as he should have done. I admit, it was not the best report. One of my groupmates kept on narrating the experiences we had in Zambales (come to think of it, I haven't told you guys that I went on a 3-day immersion with the Aetas in Zambales-- a way too cool experience)--

[*EEEK! Let the Love Begin just played in the background!*]

OK. As I was saying, one of my groupmates kept on going on her narration, which I think took up much of our time, and was pretty much what the teacher didn't WANT to hear. Sure, the experiences may be quirky and fun, but this was a report! The rest of the report wasn't that creative and engaging, either, and I think we lost focus on the essentials for the most part, so I think I deserve the low grade that I would probably get. *Sigh.* During these times I miss my Philo 102 group. In fairness to my current group, though, I think the paper was well-done (special kudos to Monique, who I think is brilliant); it was just the presentation that sucked.

In financial math, nothing much happened. I didn't attempt to recite as Doc Mara was drilling everyone who dared to answer the seemingly "easy" assignment questions. Never be deceived! You never know what a math veteran like Doc Mara can come up with. For most of the period, then, I studied for my political science exam. Which, as it turned out, was pretty easy.

My teacher in Pol.Sci. has got to be the most careless teacher I have ever met. As Lady, Mark, Maita, Alec, Dea and I waited for him to arrive, we realized that he has left the set of test papers from the previous class on the table. Just one peek and we would have the entire exam imprinted in our memories. Good students as we were (HEE), we stayed away from the path of easy A's. We really didn't need to succumb to such temptation, though, because, as I have already mentioned, the test was pretty easy. There were a few infuriating numbers which I got wrong, but that was it. Lady, Alec and I even had a bet that whoever would emerge out of the classroom last would treat the others to some delicious AMPC Satellite Station arroz caldo. Alec, who was last, still owe Lady and me some of that yummy stuff.

Well, that's it for my hell day. Frozen or blazing, I'm still alive. Tomorrow, heaven begins!

Let the love begin! (Sorry, can't help it.)