I do not know how I should regard the week ago, whether it was good or bad one for me, but I know that it was memorable. Well, apart from the fact that it was a lot different from my typical weeks, the days last week had caused me peculiar feelings that I had never felt before. The trauma last Tuesday and the euphoria in Friday night were the major feelings that brought me to describe the week in this way.
My classes last week were the unusual. Well, my class in History used to start with a casual-type of reporting, however, my Tuesday class last week turned into a dramatic session for us. It was morning of that day when our teacher entered our class and sadly said to us that the assistant dean of the College of Arts and Social Sciences and her great mentor as well passed away the night before that day. We had really felt that she was trying not to cry as she was thinking of the right words in order to vividly report the bad news, but in the end, we had just seen that tears fell from her eyes as she was saying it to us. From that moment, we felt how affected she was that she was not able to hide her emotions. It was also that time that I first saw a teacher crying in front of us, and I was greatly moved by that. I understood that it is never easy to lose someone in life and I further understood that it was something that I must feel sorry for. But what I never easily fathomed was that why I was affected so much that I was not able to focus on the discussions in my other class that day.
Just as I thought that sadness would be effaced as I would embark another day in life, unfortunately, that pity feeling had decided not to leave me all throughout the week. As a result, I got frustrated in my other classes. In Math, I was so distracted in the quiz and that I did not readily know how to evaluate the simple problem in limits. Similarly, I was also side-tracked by the three activities that preceded my English class last Friday, and that I did not know how I was supposed to expend more effort to keep me up that hour when my activity in P.E., the quiz in biology and the new lesson in Chemistry had already consumed the energy that I left for my English class. And the horror of it all was that I wasn’t able to appreciate the new lessons that I have learned, the assignments that will train me more and the life that I had live through those days.
Nevertheless, there were still happenings in the school that I enjoyed, specifically the activities in the celebration of the 33rd foundation of the College of Engineering. The week was the week of the dragons, and that fact had somehow helped me free myself from the stress in studies. There were a lot of activities that I enjoyed, such as the foot parade last Monday, the Sikat Solar Car Exhibit that did not just impressed me but also had me salute the Filipino students behind that invention and above all was the cultural night where the search for Ginoong Inhinyero was showcased. Along with that were the competitions in singing, dancing and the competition they called “wannabe” that entertained me so much. In the edge of that Friday night was indeed a great relief and somehow a partial fulfillment of my first- year stay here in IIT.
Indeed, the week was full of sad, tiring yet somehow memorable activities for me. Of course, the fun times were also there and the challenges that I hurdled over could not just be easily deleted from the list. For these, I should say that this is one of my memorable weeks this second semester.
My classes last week were the unusual. Well, my class in History used to start with a casual-type of reporting, however, my Tuesday class last week turned into a dramatic session for us. It was morning of that day when our teacher entered our class and sadly said to us that the assistant dean of the College of Arts and Social Sciences and her great mentor as well passed away the night before that day. We had really felt that she was trying not to cry as she was thinking of the right words in order to vividly report the bad news, but in the end, we had just seen that tears fell from her eyes as she was saying it to us. From that moment, we felt how affected she was that she was not able to hide her emotions. It was also that time that I first saw a teacher crying in front of us, and I was greatly moved by that. I understood that it is never easy to lose someone in life and I further understood that it was something that I must feel sorry for. But what I never easily fathomed was that why I was affected so much that I was not able to focus on the discussions in my other class that day.
Just as I thought that sadness would be effaced as I would embark another day in life, unfortunately, that pity feeling had decided not to leave me all throughout the week. As a result, I got frustrated in my other classes. In Math, I was so distracted in the quiz and that I did not readily know how to evaluate the simple problem in limits. Similarly, I was also side-tracked by the three activities that preceded my English class last Friday, and that I did not know how I was supposed to expend more effort to keep me up that hour when my activity in P.E., the quiz in biology and the new lesson in Chemistry had already consumed the energy that I left for my English class. And the horror of it all was that I wasn’t able to appreciate the new lessons that I have learned, the assignments that will train me more and the life that I had live through those days.
Nevertheless, there were still happenings in the school that I enjoyed, specifically the activities in the celebration of the 33rd foundation of the College of Engineering. The week was the week of the dragons, and that fact had somehow helped me free myself from the stress in studies. There were a lot of activities that I enjoyed, such as the foot parade last Monday, the Sikat Solar Car Exhibit that did not just impressed me but also had me salute the Filipino students behind that invention and above all was the cultural night where the search for Ginoong Inhinyero was showcased. Along with that were the competitions in singing, dancing and the competition they called “wannabe” that entertained me so much. In the edge of that Friday night was indeed a great relief and somehow a partial fulfillment of my first- year stay here in IIT.
Indeed, the week was full of sad, tiring yet somehow memorable activities for me. Of course, the fun times were also there and the challenges that I hurdled over could not just be easily deleted from the list. For these, I should say that this is one of my memorable weeks this second semester.
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