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Sibling rivalry has always been the parents’ fault. Parents turn healthy competition into wacko grudge matches by fuelling their kids’ insecurities, taking sides and COMPARING. Everything gets blown out of proportion. The kids waste years of their lives trying to outdo each other. And even in their 60s, this rivalry is still alive.
And with that as my introduction, let me start a very remotely connected treatise one aspect of UP life. (Pardon me, my mind is not functioning properly.)
Why is it that a lot of people consciously or unconsciously discriminate against people studying in UP “satellite” schools. (Yes, people do it) It’s the same university gademit! Are these people shamelessly trying to apply Andre Gunther Frank’s Dependency Theory on the University? They’re called AUTONOMOUS UNITS not UNDERDEVELOPED CAMPUSES, get it? Hence, the comparison is null.
No, I am not sourgraping. I’m well past the stage where I insist that Manila is the original campus and that here you aren’t sheltered from the real world thus this campus is better blah blah blah. Those are true. But those are for another time. I’d sourgrape if the CRs here smelled worse or if teachers here spoke broken English and interchanged Plato’s life with Aristotle’s. The CRs here in UP manila are in the same condition as Diliman’s and majority of the teachers know what they’re talking about. So there. I am not sourgraping.
But when your father tells you that “you’ll never be good enough for Diliman.”, what are you going to do?
What do I have to do to prove myself? That is ASSUMING that I have to prove myself to anyone. (and I don’t). My GWA is 1.547619. It’s not the best, I know. Pero itay, cum laude po iyan.
I am trying to prove a point without resorting to comparisons (because I think comparisons are useless). My point being: It’s the same University, deal with it. You want isaw? No problem. You want acacias? Tell Lito Atienza. You want IkoT jeeps? Tell your congressman! He’ll gladly rename the streets and the jeep routes for you.
Again, the disclaimer: my mind is not functioning properly. (Big deal.)
I reread the whole thing and realized that I suck at writing intros. Yet as I am Pat, I am too lazy to redo anything.
And with that as my introduction, let me start a very remotely connected treatise one aspect of UP life. (Pardon me, my mind is not functioning properly.)
Why is it that a lot of people consciously or unconsciously discriminate against people studying in UP “satellite” schools. (Yes, people do it) It’s the same university gademit! Are these people shamelessly trying to apply Andre Gunther Frank’s Dependency Theory on the University? They’re called AUTONOMOUS UNITS not UNDERDEVELOPED CAMPUSES, get it? Hence, the comparison is null.
No, I am not sourgraping. I’m well past the stage where I insist that Manila is the original campus and that here you aren’t sheltered from the real world thus this campus is better blah blah blah. Those are true. But those are for another time. I’d sourgrape if the CRs here smelled worse or if teachers here spoke broken English and interchanged Plato’s life with Aristotle’s. The CRs here in UP manila are in the same condition as Diliman’s and majority of the teachers know what they’re talking about. So there. I am not sourgraping.
But when your father tells you that “you’ll never be good enough for Diliman.”, what are you going to do?
What do I have to do to prove myself? That is ASSUMING that I have to prove myself to anyone. (and I don’t). My GWA is 1.547619. It’s not the best, I know. Pero itay, cum laude po iyan.
I am trying to prove a point without resorting to comparisons (because I think comparisons are useless). My point being: It’s the same University, deal with it. You want isaw? No problem. You want acacias? Tell Lito Atienza. You want IkoT jeeps? Tell your congressman! He’ll gladly rename the streets and the jeep routes for you.
Again, the disclaimer: my mind is not functioning properly. (Big deal.)
I reread the whole thing and realized that I suck at writing intros. Yet as I am Pat, I am too lazy to redo anything.