Polar opposites

It was a striking scene, really, a week into our first term as communication arts students. I chanced upon Nadia and we ended up walking together, in that short distance from the stairs at the second floor of Miguel building, to our classrooms just around the corner. In between questions about STRAW and, obviously, classrooms, she was holding - yes, seriously - a Red Bull bottle.

Well, it's pretty much a given that she's a busy girl, but I then remembered Caresse. Sleepless Caresse, technically - we met at the library previously and, despite her seeming to have regained all the sleep she didn't take into Thursday morning, she didn't sound as peppy as what she did during the previous term. She was looking for resources at the library for her research class and she still sounded as if all she wanted was to sleep. I, on the other want, was getting drowsy only because I was in front of the computer all afternoon checking out our online subscriptions for stuff to read up on.

I somehow consider myself lucky because I got no classes on the Wednesday after the next, because Sir Correa announced a free cut, which effectively removes that class - my only class - from the schedule. If things go well I can drop by Anima and do my participant observation there, but technically, I've been scratching my head because I still don't have an idea as to what would come next. When to actually start researching, I still don't know. And I find myself waiting for another email reply. Seems it would be a normal thing to do, right?

Anyway, yesterday was Ale's birthday, which means another bouquet of flowers from Jino - the same ones, apparently, as what he gave during that CWTS class - and, again, three roses randomly given by some guy (assuming he is a guy) to a BonoSoc member. I thought it proceeded to ruin the bouquet, especially when it found its way there. At some point I thought it was Jino's idea as well, but later on it didn't seem to be. The funnier thing is, the roses die faster than expected, especially the two pairs she got last Thursday. By Literature 2 class they were more compost than romantic material.

So, aside from the greetings, and me sheepishly offering to treat her like I did to Jaja last Tuesday, nothing much. I even realized I forgot to greet her again when we finished broadcasting class at 17.30, probably because I was rushing home, anticipating a full bus and rush hour traffic. I do know they proceeded to eat, drink and dance, with (of course) special provisions for Jill. During the break before my Filipino 3 class, Ale proceeded to mention what she had prepared for them, and a visibly irked Jill reacted upon the mention of crispy pata. Amidst Malia's joys, the chopsuey came.

The moment me and Nadia split up for the classrooms, and after a longer wait - which saw more blockmates coming in, to much of my surprise - finally Sir del Mundo came in. Fifteen minutes later he proceeded to welcome us to the program, give long explanations, and send us a fatherly nature that he has. And, of course, there's the occasional joke about his age, which he'd jokingly (and quickly) take back.

As I somehow expected, he is indeed particular with grammar. He makes it a point to start our lessons with a "new word" - and indeed, we kicked classes off with the word egnat. A minute later we were puzzled as to what it meant, until Ariane joked about a factual observation, that the word spells as tange when reversed. Sir del Mundo picked up on it - and announced that she got it right. How egnat of us not to think out of the box.

Then we proceeded to start our lessons - not exactly an official kick-off, but there was still a documentary on Lee de Forest, Edwin Howard Anderson and David Sarnoff, as well as slides on 30s radio celebrity Priscilla the Kolynos Girl. Now that was nostalgia - whereas the documentary, shown much later, had some sleeping (yes, Kizia, I kinda know what you did), the letters to Priscilla from "lonesome sailors" from as far as the Persian Gulf who are lucky enough to receive the (possibly tattered) shortwave signals from KZRM. And, as Sir del Mundo points out, they all end up using Kolynos, which is a brand of "dental cream" back in the day. She didn't get married to any sailor, in the end.

Of course, I was more than surprised to hear that a Manila radio station's signals can reach the Persian Gulf (as claimed by one of those sailors), simply because, as far as I know, Radio Luxembourg's signals in the past went to much of Europe, and nowhere else. Oh, and of course, there was the fascination with the things sailors write, or type, just to get an autographed picture. And then they'd give out reactions that (personally) would be taboo in recent times, like "I knew it! You're beautiful!" - it didn't chill me more than the fact that they were blurted out on paper some time during the 30s. Then again, she was famous.

And, yet again, Ariane singing that overfamiliar and admittedly mind-sinking DZRH jingle. You know, that right? The one that goes "dee-zee-arr-eeeeeeeych!"

Classes were actually dismissed five minutes before dismissal time, after no more questions were asked and Sir del Mundo proceeded to assign us research on pre-war Filipino life, and a promise for us to actually hear Priscilla's performances. Some decided to party, some decided to work, and some more decided to go home. As for me, I took the third option and decided not to wait. I runned to the bus in not-quite-spectacular fashion, still with that "you're beautiful" line echoing in my head, along with James Blunt's guitar, and realized that whatever you do to leave things, they'll still come back to you.

Admittedly, things went so well yesterday, I thought I would be getting a reprieve on Fridays. Either I started to feel apathetic, I got friends for company again, or Issa didn't get what I was texting. Nevertheless, I guess I spoke too soon again.

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