Productive Week

Monday. May 11
I had to take an hour's commute all the way to the state university to apply for graduate studies.
Since the school where I took my bachelor's degree gave out letter grades, I had to convert all my grades into percentage figure equivalents. So I was sitting in the hallway and doing all the necessary calculations when someone sat adjacent from me. The instant that I saw that he was holding the same paper needed for the computation, I just blurted out a number of questions pertaining to the units and grades. It was kind of funny when I realized that I was talking to him as if he were an old friend considering that I never even glanced to see how he looked like. Anyway, I just stopped writing looked right up him and gathered threw out the few ounces of shyness I had and asked for his name. Ayi, he replied. A what? Ayi. Ah huh? I must have looked like I was hearing impaired or something 'cause he just looked back and said that it was Ariel and but everyone calls him Ayi. That's really cute I thought... Just like his face.

I got to learn really important details about him. 30 years old. Just arrived from Dubai. 2 other siblings. Scholar. Plays taekwando. Self-made guy. No girlfriend. He planned to get a Masteral degree in Nutrition and Dietetics. I tried to coax him into taking Special Education since it was my first choice. He was kind of surprised and asked me why: so we could be together?

Dude, how do you respond to that? My heart melted a little bit there! Haha! I replied, well, that's where the money is, you should take SPED instead. I hope it worked. I never had the courage to ask for his number seeing that Michael, his older brother was with him. Michael gave me quite an impression saying how they have strived for college, working in fast foods and selling knickknacks. Basically pointing out that all the struggles they had, I never encountered even a finger's length of it. Course I was all to my defense though he didn't take it seriously. The conversation sort of sounded very leftist and all, as if it was my fault that I was born in a middle-income family. So I wouldn't really be surprised if Ayi thought I was an elitist coming from a prestigious school and acting so conyo - which was a word Michael used. Hmm...

Damn. I wish I had his number.

Tuesday. May 12
I had to go back to school to follow-up my application. I hoped to meet him again but I knew the chances were slim. :P It was cool.

That night, I changed my fb status to: ____ Gonzales, please follow up. He is this guy who works in the HR department of an excellent high school. I was hoping that they will get to call me for the second interview. It worked in a funny way. He called me at 7pm to tell me, I have an interview scheduled tomorrow. YEY! :)


Wednesday. May 13
10am I was on the way to Alabang for the interview at 1pm. Spent my entire time riding buses and jeeps. Anyway, the interview with the principal turned out well. :) I am proud of myself.

6:30pm I arrive at one of the best Ayala Malls near my place. I looked so harrassed from the travel but my internet buddy wanted to meet up. Oh ain't I blessed! He treated me to dinner and kept saying how I looked awesome even if I was stressed. :)

Thursday. May 14
4:30 had to be up and about
5:30 was at the MRT already, by 8am I arrived in Alabang, ready to take the slew of exams the entire day. I made new friends out of the applicants who also took the exam. Didn't really bother to ask their names since I wasn't that interested at all. It was so draining, the exams, I mean. Battery tests on psychology, personality, consistency. Then, there's critical thinking, teacher aptitude tests too. WHOA! I survived though I really wanted to talk to just about anyone if only to let go of how badly I did on the tests. I hope I pass, I need to get the job.

Friday, May 15
I get my rest.

Happy weekend, everyone! :)