Some Summer Rants

I've always loved summer.  The sand, the beach, the swimming pool, practically everything that sparkles under the heat of the sun.  But this summer is quite, well, different.  First of all, the heat level is way harsh.  I've seen local people on tv getting "the tan" and I can't help but laugh at them because they all look roasted (maybe toasted would be more precise to use).  Their color is very much far from the "latina tan" I believe they were aiming for.  I myself have spent hours prepping up because every now and then my skin would feel so sticky and oily.  In this case, we can always blame global warming.  But come to think of it, we might as well blame it on ourselves.

Anyways, I've had my own share of "summer fun" last April when we went to Pagudupud and I know I'll be seeing beaches again next month (*wink wink*) because everything's set already except that I still don't want to reveal the details just yet.  But then again, summer is not fun with summer classes.  I'm now taking 6 whole units in advance because I'm gonna die next school year if I get all 21 units for each of the two semesters.  I know I can get away with 21 units but that will be putting my social life at risk.  Haha.  Becoming a self-acclaimed nerd has never been an objective of mine anyway. 

Going back to my drama, it seems that some professors also change.  Like, what was I thinking?  Yes, I know they're also human beings but, in a different kind of way.  It's like this: they preach, I listen, they instruct, and I follow.  I deal with this crap everyday so that by the end of the sem they wouldn't have any reason at all to flunk me.  So yes, they're human beings, but they're powerful enough to take social life out of my total existence.  If you're also a student, I'm quite sure we're on the same line of thought. 

So how can I say they they also change?  Well, I have this favorite professor when I was still in first year college and I've been waiting to become his student again because I've learned so much from him the last time.  But now, he's not the way he used to be.  I just miss the "Sir ___" I knew during my freshman days.  And unfortunately, I can do pretty much nothing about it because I'll be caught dead talking to him about "his change."  Still, the bottom line is: he's none of my beeswax after all.

After being drawn into drama, I'm back to my candy eating habits.