Brutality of the Goddess

the major subject in the course that i’m taking up right now isn’t exactly something that gives me hourly doses of eureka moments.  don’t get me wrong.  the teacher is brilliant and i love her with all me heart but hey, the subject never fails to give me a free ticket to dreamland whenever it rears its ugly head every wednesday and friday.

to be frank, i’m not exactly interested in developmental communication and it’s not something that i would relish pursuing all the days of my life.  hey, i’d rather be out in the world churning out children’s stories than interviewing sleazy government employees and getting passed around in their equally sleazy government offices trying to decipher the meaning of hunger and poverty.

my head droops and my eyelids suddenly weigh a thousand tons everytime filipino class ends and the bells rings prodding us to make our way to guy hall for our beloved major.  it feels as if the sandman had this habit of sprinkling grains of sand all over us as we make our way to the confines of our little nook in the dormitory-turned-class building.

i have to hand it to that class however for allowing us to hone our artistic skills over the drone of reporters.  in fact at some point, it has even transformed me into a linguist of sorts as every session encourages me to come up with an imaginary language scribbled on the upper margins of my fillers.

i have to hand it to our class.  we never seem to tire of talking about how extremely poor and pathetic the third world countries are.  we never seem to tire of talking about how hungry the kids in kenya have become.  we never seem to tire of talking about agriculture, development (or the lack of it), and industry and how communication simply ties everything together.

the hell with it.

all that talk about hunger, poverty, and illiteracy is making me hungry, poor, and illiterate.

now if only we could bring a little coffee maker in class…scratch that.

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