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(1) My History group is a set of vaginas with only one working brain -- mine. The rest of them have enough brain cells between them to make a hummingbird's intellect seem superior. I knew it from Day 1; how they responded with silence when I asked them to tell apart an autonomous from an independent government. And lately, one of them wrote a "script" for the play we're staging in class -- she called the last act the "Prologue." (Clap, clap, clap.)
(2) I realize now how the last sem has spoiled me. Two lit classes with only a couple of requirements, a graphic novel elective where the teacher cut class half of the time, and a writing workshop for which I wrote and finished my pieces like three hours before the deadlines. (It didn't deserve more than that.) The only core subject I had and studied for was Philosophy, and at that point even Marcel was interesting and easy to understand (at least for me). Now I have to contend with two long tests, an oral exam in Filipino, an interview and the entailing article, a two-day immersion, rehearsals with the vaginas mentioned above, and our class presentation, all within the next seven days.
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