A Fool for School

I took a rare day-off from work today to enroll at UP for the nth time, and I couldn't help but be amused at myself for always feeling lost in the process, as though I'm a perpetual freshman. It's as if I'm "cursed" to quickly forget the how-to's once someone hands me my validated Form 5 at the Palma Hall lobby after spending up to almost an hour lining up to wait for my turn to pay my tuition. And speaking of tuition, thankfully I didn't I have to pay as much as this year's crop of incoming freshmen, since I first enrolled back in... well... basta, matagal na. Ü

Obviously I like--love--being a student, and I know I'm not the only one who feels this way. I always tell that to Miss Julie, always mock-frowning every time I retrieve my coursework folder at the DECL office, asking me when I'm going to finish. I'll just shrug, smile and say, "Sobrang mahal ko kasi ang Peyups, kaya 'di ako makatapos-tapos." And since last year, my enrolment adviser--who used to be a classmate in a graduate-level Fiction class (yep, that's how long I have been in the program)--has also been asking the same question.

But seriously, I wish I knew the answer. But it's hard when the fire that fueled you in the first place is currently reduced to a flickering flame. Anyone has some, ehem, firewood or gas? Ü

In the meantime, the thought of writing about food this semester intrigues me. :P