Some mysteries in life will forever escape elucidation. Atlantis. The Bermuda Triangle. Alchemy and the Philosopher's Stone. Nostradamus. The works of Da Vinci. The mathematics of fat, bald lawyers.
I was done with the registration at Malcolm quite early yesterday, and I was able to sign up for the only two-unit elective course that fits into our schedule. (Yes, they still call it an
elective.) I am guessing that the 34 folks who preenlisted changed their minds after the class was moved from Wednesday to Friday. They used a renovated room for the registration, which is definitely way better than the really, very cramped area in the OCS.
There are still some people who managed to finish early despite arriving about two hours later than everybody else. They have many friends. Shameless and insensitive maybe, but friends nonetheless. Some things never change. Where is Luli Arroyo when you need her?
The College Secretary chided me for referring to a professor by his first name. For a second, I was really tempted to tell her the big secret (that we
all refer to the professor by his first name). But, only for a second.
Speaking of the Arroyos, Dato, who will run for Representative in the first district of Camarines Sur, has updated his
Friendster profile. The Ateneo de Naga alum's hometown now reads as "La Vista, Quezon Citeh! Libmanan, Cam Sur!" A few points to ponder. Naga City is in the
second district. GMA's lapdog in the House, Luis Villafuerte, is the
incumbent Representative of the second district. He's on his
first term. The erstwhile congressman of the first district, Rolando Andaya, Jr., was appointed by GMA to a Cabinet post.
I also lived in Naga City. I taught in one of its universities for three years.
By choice. I am married to a full-blooded
Nagueña. But, I don't have the temerity to think that I have earned the right to call myself a
Bicolano. Different strokes, for different folks.
