The Day My Patience was Tested (Advanced Freshie Registration)

My CAL friends/ HS classmates and I arrived at the Faculty Center at 8:30. The start of the college briefing was at 8; but because of our commendable orienteering skills, we got late. So we had no choice but to enter the Claro M. Recto Hall, fashionably late.

Thanking God that the college briefing hasn’t ended yet, we registered by the entrance and sat to listen to the speakers. After 3 minutes or so, students started to file out of the hall by degree programs so I followed the line for the Creative Writing program and left my friends behind. An upperclassman distributed our Student Directory and Form 5A (this is where you see your pre-enlisted classes) and told us to go to a certain room for pre-advising.

Strutting through the hallway, I found the room the upperclassman said. The sign on the door said, “English Studies” but I said, Fuck it, I wanna be first on the pre-advising, the sign must be a mistake.

Some of my course-mates followed me so I figured I must be on the right room.

Boy, I was wrong.

The professor on the room said that the room is for the pre-advising of the English Studies majors. My course-mates and I had no choice but to leave and look for the room for the Creative Writing majors.

We found it, but we were already late. They have all lined up and we found ourselves at the tail of the line. The Creative Writing program has only 35 freshies this year, though; so the wait wasn’t that long.

But still, we had to kill time. We went about the introductions – asking names, schools, and principles in life (joke) – and we compared schedules. I was glad that the four of us, the four people who went through the crusade of finding the right room for pre-advising, were classmates in at least one class! The ever-enthusiastic upperclassmen also entertained us as we waited for our turns to be advised. 🙂

When pre-advising was over, I stayed at the FC lobby to wait for my CAL friends/ HS classmates, only to get tired of waiting and going to the OUR ahead of them anyways.

The end of the line was already outside, winding at the streets that I lost motivation to line-up and almost headed home, but I lined-up anyway.

The line crawled steadily. Thankfully, I had eBooks to read to pass time.

My phone battery was fast to drain, though; so I had to turn it off and endure the long line, heat, and stress in utter silence.

It was not until about 2 hours that my seatmates and I started talking to each other. We had to, because the still long line will bore the hell out of us. I learned that they were also CAL students, and that most of them were English Studies majors (I hope they didn’t see me when I walked out of their pre-advising room, embarrassed!).

After passing the requirements at the first floor of the OUR, we went to the third floor to line-up AGAIN for the validation and enlistment of subjects.

I saw some of my HS classmates in that line, but we barely talked because I had new friends to chat with.

I didn’t know that I and my new friends would /click/, but we did. They carried me through the 3-hour long line with their humor and good conversational skills, and I already love them for that. We even agreed to take the same PEs, but we were unable to do so because there were no more slots for that PE class. Anyway, hooray for introverted me for making friends so easily! 🙂

I finished enlistment at 6:00. I still had to pay the tuition fees, but the offices were already closed, so I had to come on another day. I bid my new friends and some of my old classmates goodbye, then headed for the nearest waiting shed for a Katip jeep.

There were a lot of things to blame for my not finishing the registration early: the Philcoa jeepney we rode that took us to the QCMC instead of FC; the wrong room we entered for pre-advising; and the time wasted at waiting for my HS classmates, whom – I later learned – went ahead of me at the OUR ( -_-). But I didn’t regret any of those things; because if I had arrived at the OUR a minute earlier than I did, I would’ve been seated with different people and I probably wouldn’t have made friends. 🙂

Batch Run Results Are Already Out?!

I didn’t expect the results to come out this early because the UPD UFC said that it usually takes two days for the batch run to finish. So I was surprised to see this when I opened the Freshman Preenlistment module!

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Hooray for complete units! 🙂

I guess luck was on me because I got 15 units! 🙂 I don’t have to line up for the manual enlistment! I didn’t get all of my first choices, though. But a class is a class! At least I’m not one of those woe-is-me-I-only-got-six-units freshies tweeting about their miserable fate and listening to My Chemical Romance (as if that would help them ease the pain). Okay, I’m exaggerating. 😀

Being the overly excited freshie that I am, I put the schedule right away on an app I downloaded.

Created using My Study Life app :)
Created using My Study Life app 🙂

There’s this one small (BIG!) problem about the classes I got, though. I only have one WF class (YAAY!), but FIVE TTh classes. Not to mention the 30-minute lunch break, most of which will probably be spent in travelling from CAL to Alum Ctr. 😦

So I decided that I will cancel my PE and enlist in another one on a WF (Shame, I enlisted in this class because of the prof!). I guess I have to line-up for the manual enlistment, after all.

And that’s it! I’ll just have to enlist in another PE (The upperclassmen assured us that will be more PE classes to enlist in.), and pay for matriculation on July 7. I hope everything goes well! 🙂

College Goal: CAL Outstanding Thesis

I just had to post something.

Nga pala, belated happy first monthsary, my wordpress! (Sorry na kung hindi ko masyadong nakakapag-post. Hindi pa naman pasukan eh hihi. I promise to post more often come August 🙂 )

So I was absentmindedly browsing the internet when I stumbled upon a UP BA Comparative Literature alumna’s tumblr account – writergirlincollege.tumblr.com. At about 10 posts deep, I found out that she was nominated for CAL’s Outstanding Thesis Award (I didn’t even know there was such a thing!).

And thus, my dream was born.

Why I Had Extreme Tachycardia

I was browsing through the internet when it happened, one night, January 12, 2015.

As soon as I got inside the dormitory, I threw my bag on the floor and opened my laptop. upcat.up.edu.ph/results, I typed in the browser, and waited for it to load. I managed to memorize the address due to my everyday visiting of the site.

Last Updated: February 2, 2014

This has always been my routine since December, when the DLSUCET Results came out. I did not take the DLSUCET, so I didn’t feel the reassurance of passing that my classmates did.

Disappointed once again, I went outside to have dinner with my dormmates.

Fast forward to around 10 o’ clock. I had just succeeded in thinking of a witty tweet, and I was about to press Tweet when I saw some of RiSci’s alumni tweeting, “Congrats, Batch 2015 UPCAT Passers!”

I think my heartbeat leapt from 95 to 295.

“Iseah, pumunta ka dito!” (“Iseah, come here!”) I shouted across the dormitory hall while hurriedly typing the UPCAT Results address.

Iseah (who would later become RiSci’s Class 2015 Valedictorian) was a batchmate who also took the UPCAT. He went to my room looking rather annoyed (I probably disturbed him from playing NBA 2K15). “Look.” I gestured for him to look at my laptop.

“Shit.” Iseah whispered. “Shet!” he shouted, then he went out of the room.

As he was broadcasting the news to everyone in the dorm, I searched for the row where my name is supposed to be. I clicked the row and the page loaded in an instant.

I scrolled down…

Thud. Thud.

Limen…

Thud. Thud.

Lin…

Thud. Thud.

Lingat…

Thud. Thud.

I closed my eyes.

I heard Iseah arrive.

I opened my eyes.

LINGATONG, EDMAR ESMAMA | DILIMAN | BA CREATIVE WRITING

My heartbeat galloped from 295 to 595.

I shouted on the top of my lungs, “Yes!” My hands trembled, and I forgot everything that happened next. I just remeber floating in the clouds.

I never felt something like this. Every part of me was cold. My heart beats like I’ve just finished a marathon.

Dream School. Dream Course. “Maraming salamat, Lord.” (“Thank you very much, Lord.”) I muttered.

I tweeted, I posted. There was an outrage on social media. The news spread like wildfire. In the next second, everyone was talking about UPCAT Results. I remember chatting some of my classmates and typing while my hands are trembling.

It took almost two hours before I got over the impression that I passed.

I lay in bed, muttering a prayer almost every minute, until I fell asleep peacefully.