I checked my facebook earlier this evening, and found I got all the bio subjects I need for the next semester. It's great, since I won't have to hound down our academic adviser and beg him to grant me a slot in -this- or -that- subject.

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STATUS: GRADUATING; eligible for enrollment.

With all honesty, I never really expected myself to get this far. In fact, I nearly cried upon seeing the biology curriculum for the first time - fifteen units of math, twenty units of chemistry, ten units of physics - subjects I never really enjoyed back in high school (well, save math - counting was easy and enjoyable back then), not to mention the 'horrors' of being a biology major - dissecting cats and cockroaches, spending days/weeks in the field - which turned out to be more fun and interesting than expected.

In the span of three years, I changed my mindset from being so desperate to get into a medical school (i.e. UP PGH > UST > Ateneo > UE) and lamenting my ignorance to the call of music major awesomeness (to this day I can't help but feel some hint of jealousy when music major friends of mine get to play in orchestras and tour Europe for music and such)... to being of a state of preparedness for acceptance of whatever fate after graduation (i.e. If I don't get into -this- good med school, I'll just take a second degree in music at UST). I swear, back then I'd get so upset my grades didn't match the minimum requirements for -this- and -that- school, to the point practicing songs on the piano became almost like a chore in addition to academic tasks instead of a hobby.

I've realized my interests are way too varied for me to actually specialize in just one, hence the multiple identity crises. Sidelines aren't bad. Having finished grade 8 for piano, I could probably teach basic piano skills. Probably.

So after three years of hell, multiple instances of getting a grade of 3.0 (or close to that) and actually being grateful for it, retaking math subjects, suffering physics and the crazy professors that come with the subject, memorizing/understanding scientific names and animal parts... here I am. Booyeah.

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Alright. Dare I say this before the grades come out, but our professor for the physics lecture class is a DOUCHE.

It's one thing to give great lectures and difficult exams to make sure your students learn something. It's a completely different thing to be such an ass-wipe lecturer that your students learn more from just reading the book and leeching notes from the other class - but give difficult (as in OH GOD DID I EVEN STUDY FOR THIS I THOUGHT MY ANSWERS WERE CORRECT AND THE ANSWER KEY IS WRONG BUT AS IT TURNS OUT I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW TO INTEGRATE OVER THIS GAUSSIAN SURFACE ALFKDJFLDSKJFSL - difficult) exams.

No, setting the perfect score from 50 to 45 (like the other section did) for the long exams and 40 for the finals will not help the failing 90% of your students pass your damn class (which, by the way, is composed of biology majors such as myself who see NO application for electricity, magnetism, and optics in our field aside from a possible edge in the NMAT exam).

It doesn't even help that summer sem's long over and some people have gone home to their respective problems that you suddenly have us resubmit our test papers so you could cross-check our scores. DID YOU NOT RECORD OUR SCORES?

Personally though, it's understandable (and sometimes okay) if you fail a subject mainly because you failed to understand the concepts. It doesn't become okay when the problem lies with the teacher and his inability to communicate physics concepts to his students. So try as you might to study and pass, whatever he tries to teach never pops up in the exam and whatever he never taught comes up as item number one.

I've accepted to possibility of failure and retaking the course. The one downside I see here is... I won't get to take a language elective (Deutsch! D in my final semester. Of course, it won't be credited to my course but I want to learn German for the sake of learning it. (*cough*Eurozone trip*cough*)

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So since I got bored after finals, and due to my friends' incessant prodding, I joined Pottermore. It seems I got sorted into... RAVENCLAW.

My reactions:
1) I'm smart?
2) Oh God I'm in the same house as that [profanity] [severe profanity] who used Harry's feelings just to satisfy her longing for Cedric Diggory?
3) It seems not all readheads get into Gryffindor. Sayang yung pakulay kooooo.
4) Oh wow, so the sigil of Ravenclaw's actually a blue eagle? SOUNDS FAMILIAR T_T

Anyhow. =