because goodbyes are sappy

So, finals are up. Requirements are done. Grades have been marked (at least for most). It would be the perfect time to say, “Hello, summer!!” if only we have one. What we do have is this mercy week—the purgatory after hell and possibly before another one. While seven days is enough to catch up on sleep, I think it’s too short a time to gain nostalgia from the previous semester or anticipation for the next. One thing’s clear though—a school year has ended. So before we start forgetting each other’s names and faces, I might as well acknowledge that I was, in fact, part of this class—R49.

Back in the first semester, my impression was that we weren’t really much of a class. I can’t blame anyone. We had our loyalty to our blocks and to our respective schools. We were like groups of students in one classroom. Plus, we didn’t have authentic English classes either. I swear I could have just cut the classes and read the English book at home and I wouldn’t know the difference (hmm, which is probably why Jun got through anyway). Well at least Lit was more interesting. We had pair works and group activities—I actually believed Lit was fun until before card-giving day.

Second semester came, and it was a little different. This time, we did have two classes together. And a new room. Then another new room. Then back to the old new room. The class was the same though—I mean, we were an English class and a Lit class, but not really, in its sense, a class. But things became dynamic when the blogs were put up. I think it was the only time the class interacted. Too bad it had to happen by throwing invectives at each other under false names. But then again, it probably was what made it interesting. But what I really wouldn’t forget would be the Lit presentations. I wouldn’t look at Hamlet the same way again. Or, should I say, Ophelia (*cough*vince*cough*)?           

We may not have been a real class, but I had real classmates to share the boredom, stress or sheer madness with. Between classes and at times when my mind just can’t accommodate a good length of attention span for lectures, I am grateful that I have my seatmates (and occasionally, my table) to divert my battered brain cells to. I also had a good sharing time with my English groupmates. Well, the sharing wasn’t the good part, but the laughing was. Speaking of laughing, for all the people who were forced to laugh at my stale jokes, I deeply apologize. And to my, uhm, vicinity-mates, who had to put up with my annoying (un)wisecracks, ditto. I know I didn’t get to know all of you guys. But I did get enough slice of your minds from the show-and-tells, blog entries, recitations and funny side-comments.

I’m not a fan of sappy goodbyes. Endings are inexorable. We all have to part ways with people some place, some time. Nonetheless, I say this to all my English blockmates—it was fun while it lasted.

~ by omglolwtfbbq on March 28, 2008.