A time span of half-a-day.

The day started with me cramming my paper in financial math. I set the alarm last night to 8:30 AM so that I can have the luxury of working on the paper for 2 hours, but I was too doggone tired and there was really no real urgency to the requirement, so I slept through half my luxury time. I woke up at 9:30 AM, instead, and crammed the damned thing until 10:30. 10:30 was supposed to be my call time to report in front of Doc Mara, but then it was too late, and I haven't even frigging showered yet, so I threw the idea of being able to report early out the window.

I emerged out of the dormitory by 11:10. I met up with Joey in the Economics department, where our Financial Economics grades were being posted. Unfortunately for us, the list of grades wasn't there, or perhaps it was invisible. This was against our teacher's promise to post them as early as 8:30. (Not unless the list was indeed invisible.) There was nothing we can do, though, and since I still had a report to attend to, we decided to head out to the Math Department where a sober but smiling Doc Mara was waiting.

I reported on the immunization technique used by banks to offset the damage caused by small changes in interest rates. The technique does this by allocating the right amount of funds in the different assets to balance the different liabilities. Without this equilibrium, the bank (or any other financial enterprise for that matter) may incur losses. Fascinating topic, isn't it? This is what mathematicians and actuaries are paid for. All in all, I thought the report was good (as are any other reports which have been delayed consecutively and whose contents you're sure to memorize after the second delay).

After the report, Joey and I ate lunch at Ken Afford. I had my usual 85-peso chicken lollipops with 15-peso extra garlic rice; Joey had his 100-peso sisig with egg plus 30-peso Sprite in can (30 pesos for a softdrink? Goodness.). As expected, the lollipops were superb (and hot!).

We went back to the Economics Department at around 1:30 PM to check out the grades. Mark texted us while we were having lunch, saying that he just saw his grades, so we hurried back. We went there, though, only to find out that our frickin' teacher just took off the list we never even saw (perhaps it was indeed invisible, goodness, how unmagical of us) and even announced "No grades after 12." Nobody told us about that bit. I could have understood his policy by way of my ignorance, but we were there around 11, and the list wasn't there. He should have extended the "viewing"; it was only proper. And what were we supposed to do with the list? Chew it after having learned of our dismal final exam scores and even more devastating final marks? Needless to say, we went away disappointed.

Our next stop was to get our clearance sheets in the Registrar's Office in Bel. Joey had to go home around this time, so he was unable to get his clearance signed, but since I just lived right inside Ateneo and had nothing else to do, I went on and hunted the signatories needed in my clearance sheet. In the next two hours, if anybody bothered to check on their crystal balls, I would be seen waiting in line, waiting in line, and waiting in line. And, oh! Waiting in line. Seriously, though it was not all waiting in lines. There were also waiting in queues, waiting in vertical alignment of patient people, and waiting in organized single-person files. After all that waiting, I was finally able to complete my clearance.

And after all that reading, I am finally able to tell you that I am done! Yes! Pau hana, the day is done! College life as I know it is finally over! Do not worry about my pissed-off tone, it does not exist! I am happy! Wee! Happy! Wonderfulness, I think I'll pass out. :)