Monologue of a Pissed Off Student

By R.A.B.

This class is so boring and yet, I feel like staying. Don't get me wrong though-I am not fond of school nor am I fond of my classes-well except for those subjects that are related to my major. I'm a lit major by the way, just in case you're wondering. Yes, you heard me right-lit-as in literature.I don't know what I want to do after I graduate; if I want to be a teacher, a professor,a librarian , an editor or any of those crap. I just took this course for one simple reason, one simple reason that they don't understand ,and that is because I like it, although one thing I'm sure of is that I won't be a couch potato when I grow up-I might as well kill myself.this way I won't be wasting any shitin' time by doing nothing and-getting notihing. I felt like staying only because it's a stupid prerequisite for me to graduate and I am one of those people who has this complex blend of personality and attitude, which is the "not caring about my life and yet I wanting to make something of" it attitude.

Well, I was in this state of mind when the professor went out of the class. He was 10 minutes early when he left the room-and was 15 minutes late when he came in and all he did was talk about stupid stuff about the process of logic which, we don't really need, for logic is innate and cannot be thought.He's kinda' lazzy to for a professor.Sloth is such an epidemic here in the Philippines, successful person or not, this sickness creeps within the blood of almost every Filipino, even me, most especially me. Suddenly the entire surrounding just began to fade and then, it slowly turned pitch black and I felt that my body was floatibg somehow,floating into the vastness of the void, as if time had stopped and everything just seemed pleasant and nice-like the way I feel when I'm at bed everynight;then, I suddenly realized, I was sleeping. Damn it! Sleeping in class again! I've got Filipino Literature as my next subject, I don't need this! Crazy Philosophy class made me sleep! So I woke up just in time, the teacher was just about to open the door.

During the Literature class I felt good and enthusiastic-the opposite of what I felt during my Philo class. I was alive, damn it, I really was! So the bell rang and the professor left us and it was time for us to leave soon. I was excited on going home, for in my heart hatred for classes like philosophy still prevailed and the fullfilment of subjects like Literature was supressed, so is the hope of making something out of my life.

Maybe someday, I hope this would change, but I doubt it.

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