After the Fact
I hate it when it rains.
I used to love it when I was a student. But now that I have certain responsibilities, it's becoming a liability to be automatically "out-of-it" when the weather's damp and cold.
Ugh. If you're my student and you're secretly reading my blog, I apologize for the boring class earlier. It's just one of those days. And it's more difficult if you don't even try to understand the readings. I have to work with so many things in mind. Then again, that is one of the responsibilities of a teacher. /end ramble
Anyway, now I'm going to share mom and dad's conversation at the dinner table earlier this evening:
Dad: It's difficult when you don't run often. It's like you forget how to run. You have to keep practicing.
Mom: Of course. It's like loving ba. When you don't love often, you forget how to love.
Dad: Yes, yes, but I'm just talking about running. Naman, you're talking about such deep things already.
Haha, and to think Dad's the one who took philo in college. :P
I used to love it when I was a student. But now that I have certain responsibilities, it's becoming a liability to be automatically "out-of-it" when the weather's damp and cold.
Ugh. If you're my student and you're secretly reading my blog, I apologize for the boring class earlier. It's just one of those days. And it's more difficult if you don't even try to understand the readings. I have to work with so many things in mind. Then again, that is one of the responsibilities of a teacher. /end ramble
Anyway, now I'm going to share mom and dad's conversation at the dinner table earlier this evening:
Dad: It's difficult when you don't run often. It's like you forget how to run. You have to keep practicing.
Mom: Of course. It's like loving ba. When you don't love often, you forget how to love.
Dad: Yes, yes, but I'm just talking about running. Naman, you're talking about such deep things already.
Haha, and to think Dad's the one who took philo in college. :P