Nuns Can Be Pretty Awesome
God, my ass hurts.
I spent most of the afternoon sitting somewhere; in a classroom, in a theatre, and in a damn bus that waited for a little pre-schooler for nearly an hour before deciding to leave her behind at school.
(Hey, I don't feel sorry for her.)
A lot of realizations were chanced upon as my butt was glued to a seat; particularly the one that I sat on in our school's very expensive, very chic theatre, where we would be having a talk on drug abuse.
I felt incredibly stupid sitting there. They started flashing things on the screen that I never knew before: stuff like how bad the national drug situation is. I mean, I knew there were a lot of druggies were up and about, but apparently, the polive found a 795 kilo stash of drugs in Subic. Not to mention the druglords they found partying with their own market right beside a city hall. I'm not even talking about the couriers in and out of the country.
What a nightmare.
So, what did I learn?
For starters, the police aren't always as incompetent as they seem on television. The two officers that spoke in front of us were actually very efficient, and gave hard facts and sound reasoning; good enough to make me overlook that they weren't fluent in English, which often distracts me (if you don't speak the language well, don't speak it at all, man). It was a big plus that one of them was very charismatic and made a lot of jokes (all of which weren't about drugs, surprisingly).
Second: damn, our principal is bad-ass. I mean, she's a nun and all that, but she's been arranging a lot of awesome talks and symposiums with pretty good speakers for us.
The other week, a nice forensic pathologist came over to talk to us about Forensic Evidence; how CSI sucks and all that. The doctora was very straightforward about her opinions on the government and how the police worked; she was bordering on ranting, when she started showing us pictures of cases on newspapers -- civillians carrying bodies with no gloves, police officers posing for the camera, crowds around crime scenes, and even a lady police officer trying on a fake Louis Vuitton bag during a raid.
And now, we've had this drug talk with some awesome officers.
Looking back on it now, I realize I've never appreciated our principal much before; I've spent most of my time criticizing the administration of the school and its terrible Student Council. I only ever noticed that Sister was really strict; I often joined the Red Sea parting for her whenever she came around the hallways.
Sister is really awesome.
Still terrified of her, though.
I spent most of the afternoon sitting somewhere; in a classroom, in a theatre, and in a damn bus that waited for a little pre-schooler for nearly an hour before deciding to leave her behind at school.
(Hey, I don't feel sorry for her.)
A lot of realizations were chanced upon as my butt was glued to a seat; particularly the one that I sat on in our school's very expensive, very chic theatre, where we would be having a talk on drug abuse.
I felt incredibly stupid sitting there. They started flashing things on the screen that I never knew before: stuff like how bad the national drug situation is. I mean, I knew there were a lot of druggies were up and about, but apparently, the polive found a 795 kilo stash of drugs in Subic. Not to mention the druglords they found partying with their own market right beside a city hall. I'm not even talking about the couriers in and out of the country.
What a nightmare.
So, what did I learn?
For starters, the police aren't always as incompetent as they seem on television. The two officers that spoke in front of us were actually very efficient, and gave hard facts and sound reasoning; good enough to make me overlook that they weren't fluent in English, which often distracts me (if you don't speak the language well, don't speak it at all, man). It was a big plus that one of them was very charismatic and made a lot of jokes (all of which weren't about drugs, surprisingly).
Second: damn, our principal is bad-ass. I mean, she's a nun and all that, but she's been arranging a lot of awesome talks and symposiums with pretty good speakers for us.
The other week, a nice forensic pathologist came over to talk to us about Forensic Evidence; how CSI sucks and all that. The doctora was very straightforward about her opinions on the government and how the police worked; she was bordering on ranting, when she started showing us pictures of cases on newspapers -- civillians carrying bodies with no gloves, police officers posing for the camera, crowds around crime scenes, and even a lady police officer trying on a fake Louis Vuitton bag during a raid.
And now, we've had this drug talk with some awesome officers.
Looking back on it now, I realize I've never appreciated our principal much before; I've spent most of my time criticizing the administration of the school and its terrible Student Council. I only ever noticed that Sister was really strict; I often joined the Red Sea parting for her whenever she came around the hallways.
Sister is really awesome.
Still terrified of her, though.