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Monday, April 28, 2008

Na-tal

In a couple of hours, I'll be less younger. It seems the people around me are more excited about it than I am. Actually they are excited and I am not. Why should I? Birthdays are normal. We all get it every year. Even my cabbage patch kid doll had a birth certificate to let me know when she was "born" to celebrate it. Plus, I wouldn't be the only one getting older tomorrow. There are thousands of people. Some I even know of. I already know what to expect tomorrow. Family, friends, anonymous personalities, freaky stalkers, and the likes would call, text, e-mail, IM, or what-have-you to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Heck, I even know beforehand what I would tell them..THANK YOU! We'd probably eat out for dinner. Yet, since I try to go on a diet, I would not eat much. Then, amazingly, we'd go home. Is that something to be excited about? I don't think so. Then again, before I retire to bed, I would probably remember that I still have unopened gifts. Now, that's something to be a little excited about. *wink*

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

The Term That Was

Finally, after another grueling term, it is term break once again. The finals week was the deadliest. We had to submit 85 papers compiled "creatively", a psychological evaluation of our patient, a take-home final exam which was given as such since if we were to answer it in class, it would take the entire term [as in], and a personal case history project.

Don't think that only the numbers make these tasks impossible. I tell you, it's not just it. To come up with 85 papers, you must have read 85 chapters of Yalom's book, think of designs to make it artsy fartsy, and have it ringbound. I am so resourceful that I merely placed them in a clearbook. Hehe. For the psychological evaluation, of course, I had to adminsiter and interpret psychological tests. The standardized tests were relatively easier but tell me, do you think it is easy to determine my client's stress level by simply looking at his drawings and reading the stories he made up? Hell No. Would it be easy to answer a 6-question final exam worth 230 points? Obviously not. Lastly, how easy is it to attach a mental disorder to yourself, make a social history that leads to it, have a discussion, conceptualization, and treatment? Not so much.

Imagine my joy and glee when I got our course cards along with the PPG. I didn't have any grade lower than 3.5! Yehey!! A 4.0 and a bunch of 3.5s!! [VERY] Hardwork really pays off..and it pays off very well.:) So off to Tagaytay we went right after the nerve-wracking course card distribution and spent lots of fun, dvd marathons, chills [from the cool air and the scary movies], beers [for them though], chips, and great food. Oh, the PPG. We are always together through the worst and best times.:) By the way, this term is so memorable for us for the reason that PJ's question, "gano katibay ang pundasyon ng PPG?" was answered. Uber strong. Unbreakable.

I was back at home late afternoon of Sunday. What better way to cap the weekend with a nice sumptuous dinner with the person who helped me with everything from answering tests, lending me his flash drive when I couldn't fine mine, typing the 85 papers and burning them on a CD, providing me a nokia charger [even that], fixing my deactivated mylasalle account, doing my on-line enrollment for me, going with me for my search for which UMPC to purchase, taking me out to "chill" and bearing with my bad moods from all the tiredness, ETC. Did i mention that he bought me this delectable and pretty cake that night only to satisfy my craving the night before? SWEET.:)

Speaking of cakes, this little princess will be a little less younger in a couple of days..5, as of this writing..:) Gifts are welcome.:)

Thanks in advance, mwaah!