Actually, it’s no longer the holidays. More like holiday left overs. Spent Christmas with the Arriola clan in Tita Leonor’s house in Happyville, but it was hardly happy. For one, my cousin slash look-a-like Donna was not able to come. Apparently, she had to work on Christmas. That’s the downfall of being a nurse; never really getting to celebrate holidays.
Kudos to Dylan though because he managed to swing by later that afternoon. I think we’re doing better now.
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Patrick Sebastian called about twice yesterday, asking about our Module 300 paper. I can feel him pimping his paper, and I somewhat feel guilty for not doing the same. In a way, it’s starting to feel like I am resting on my laurels and my mad skills as a writer (yes, I said it, so sue me). But on the other hand, I am starting to feel under prepared for this whole thing.
Supposedly, we will submit our three-page paper and presentation on the 29th after the branch head reads and evaluates it on the 28th. I know those dates are pretty close already but still, I haven’t even gotten started on the presentation yet. Worse, I want to repeat my entire paper. It feels so uninspired and inadequate. My friends keep telling me I should refrain from doing that, finishing something only to start from scratch. They say, I am no longer a "struggling artist" that can junk everything in a blink and start over. They say, I am no longer an unexpressed individual. I now have the reigns to my own life and choices that must be made either out of responsibility and obligation.
I say, that’s quite a mouthful.
So instead of preparing the presentation as I originally planned, here I am, blogging away. If my batch mates from the program could see me now, they just might shake their heads in disappointment, if not in disbelief.
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Let’s make this a more fruitful blog. From this point forward, I will do my best to put up reviews of literature I’ve read. Now this will compel me to read more. Ha. What a good way to end the year. :)
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