cerebral heart

i don't want to call it a bad day because it wasn't. there were just some unexpected circumstances which i can overlook. while i was preparing to go to school, i learned that i had to take over the filipino class because sir jerry was sick. i wasn't ready for this because my usual class take-overs are on fridays. anyhow, he was sick and i am the TA so i have to take responsibility. i haggled between finishing the reading in my speech class and reading about the lesson that i was to teach. luckily, my grammar class got cancelled which gave me time to prepare more for the class. speech class was good, as always. essay 1 was turned in. things worked out well in the class too, i think. however, at the learning center, i got the most difficult case. i don't want to talk about it. let me just say i didn't feel good after the session. anyhow, i was revived in the fsu meeting which was well-attended for the first time in a long time. there was food and fun. now i am here, w...

i am in my second class and so far, my day has been a happy one. i didn't have enough sleep (again) but things are turning out really well. i was waiting for my bus. this man who walks his dog everyday passed by and said hi. we had a chat before when he found out that i go to skyline. today, he asked me if the blind teacher at skyline is still teaching. i told him i have no idea, and if he could give me her name, i can ask around. he said that he would ask his wife. and on to the next stranger who said hello to me while still at the bus stop. she said she's from china, 82 years old, and walks everyday to stay healthy. strangers, they come at unexpected times which is nice. _______ now it's 2:25pm. i cut short my blog writing this morning because i had to go to my intercultural communication class, which brings me to my next point on why this is a good day. when i entered the classroom, prof. taylor was really not in the mood because she got angry at her students in the ...

wednesday. midweek. after a horrible week last week, with all my hormones going crazy and feeling so homesick i thought i'd hop on the next plane back home, this week is turning out to be better. i turned in my presentation proposal for my intercultural communication class, a poem about maya angelou, who's the only person i know of the african-americans who can be our topics. i had to make it so convincing because i knew i was competing for my place. anyhow, i think i did good on the poem because i got my teacher's attention. she even summoned me to her office so we could talk about it. the talk turned out to be really productive because when she found out that my bachelor's degree is in speech communication, she offered to speak in one of the speech comm conferences in the philippines. how cool is that?! i am just glad i've taken this class so that i've met this interesting person, phyllis taylor, who is so much fun...a person who's passionate about life an...

133 days before i go back home, i had the worst week so far. i started the week being so homesick and wanting the week to just end so i can spend the weekend with mae and joel. and then my period came on thursday and i thought it may be the hormones. plus, halfway through this flta stint, things are catching up to me now. the excitement has faded and i just realized that i've been away from home for months now. well, i hope i am getting better. being in school helps, especially my intercultural communication class. my professor, phyllis taylor, is so much fun. she's old (that's what she says, maybe more than 50 i guess) but for me she's not. she's like my history professor, george buckingham, last semester. she shares family stories and from these, i could feel that she's passionate about life and her profession. i just love her. i just hope that the poem i made for my proposal for oral presentation in class is persuasive enough so she can give me maya angelou ...

i found him. the driver of bus 133 who always talked with me, and then changed his route, was the same one i had just a while ago in bus 140. i've always liked this bus driver because he was nice. he'd always make conversations with his passengers. i asked him if he misses his 133 passengers and he said yes. he even said that one of them, the wheelchair guy who rides from rotary died last week. the thing is, i didn't ask for his name...again. i should, the next time i see him. well, i want to write more about this but i have to go. i will write more later, or whenever.