Brutality of the Goddess

Silliman has a collection of interestingly eccentric things.  As to how eccentirc some of these things are will depend upon the one who perceives.  but just to get you started on it, let me mention quite a few–both things and people.

first, there’s the susg computer.  it’s an antique really, perhaps from the pre-cambrian era or something.  sometimes, i think its either bewitched or possessed like the door of h2 (which i’ll tackle on shortly).  if there’s any item in silliman that i’d most certainly like to practice my crude fighting skills on, it would have to be the susg computer.  i remember that gorgeous 10AM last tuesday when i had to print the deans’ letters for the miss silliman pronto.  the freakin thing just wouldn’t cooperate.  thanks to the brontok virus (okay, so maybe that’s not really the technical name of the little bugger), the dear computer restarts itself every thirty seconds just as microsoft word would open.  frustrating is an understatement.  but hey, i developed world class wrist techniques on opening a document faster than the speed of light before the brontok virus could attack.

where there’s an office computer, is also a printer that’s nuts.  get this: if the cpu works well, the printer’s the one that needs the nice pc doctor’s consultation.  not only does it cause the enter desk to reverberate like crazy, it prints one line, pauses for a few seconds, adds another line, pauses again.  good lord, i didn’t think i’d finish printing all 30+ pages.  how rotten is that?

then we have the infamous h2 door.  bewitched, bothered, bewildered, possessed–heck, i really don’t know which of those maladies has befallen the door.  one time, i hurried rushed towards the door, precious key in hand, fumbling to snap the lock open.  i twisted the key in the lock, did all sorts of maneuvers, even knocked on the glass pane and asked the silliman spirit to quit playing games and just open the dumb door.  i remember phoning lycar and asking her if i had to do some ceremonial offering just to appease the spirits of the door.  an eternity later, and i don’t know why it had to take that long, the door finally swung open.  day saved.  but i was terribly exhausted.

let’s talk about people.  i heard there’s this queer (as in strange and not gay) teacher i’ve heard of who never requires his students to bring pens and pieces of paper to class.  he doesn’t give tests, quizzes or things like that.  he just drones on with his day’s lesson.  how does he give you the grade?  he says he’ll judge it by the twinkle in your eyes.  so make sure your eyes twinkle a lot, k?

then there’s out beloved debate coach.  just a few reminders.  never tease him or he’ll tease you back with such vengeance it’ll leave you tossing and turning at night.  never talk back.  he’ll always have his way done.  never pick on him.  you don’t want him picking on you.  never, ever piss him off.  you don’t want to see him angry.  when your on an out of town trip, don’t make it known to him that your congregating with friends.  it’ll only raise suspicions that you might be talking about other debaters. 

finally, the teacher who teaches even though there aren’t any students in his classroom, discusses even though there isn’t a soul around just because he believes he’s paid to do that.

I’m just really tired after having to traverse the 56 hectare main campus of silliman today.  i couldn’t think of anything else to write so voila!  a journal entry meant to de-stress this soul who badly needs bowls upon bowls of chicken soup.

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