Wala Namang Balat ang Pwet Ko ah.

Last week, the representative of Nursing Students announced that the Junior and Senior Students are expected to attend a seminar today. We were ordered to wear white T-shirts and jeans instead of the Nursing Academic Uniform. So although we have our scheduled Final Case Presentation of Parkinson’s Disease, and a long Quiz in Surgical Nursing, I wore the cursed garments.

What I didn’t know was that there was an announcement from the level III coordinator that the stupid Nursing Representative was wrong and, again, stupid. Juniors are not meant to attend the seminar.

But of course nobody texted me this information because, No. 1) I am a Globe subscriber while the rest of my classmates are Smart users and No. 2) my younger sister is using my cellphone since mid February since I do not use my cellphone and she paid for its repair (her CP is, unfortunately, broken beyond repair.).

So I went to school at 7. I was able to pass by the guards. But by 8:00 I met Lallaine and I started reading my part in our Case Presentation. I was the one who typed (I mean Copied from the Net) the Anatomy and Physiology of Substancia Nigra and Basal Ganglia I found the information were insufficient and too simple yet really incomprehensible. So I asked Lallaine if I could change the page. She said yes… annoyed.

I went outside the school since the Com Shop inside the campus is still close. When I was finally outside, I just thought that the copy and paste technique might take very long and I might not be able to come on time for the Case Pres so I decided to go back. When I stepped into the gate, the two hulking Ogres (aka Guards) stopped me. They were asking why I wasn’t in uniform. So I explained everything. They were not satisfied so they brought me to the Level III coordinator (my professor). I was a bit happy of the idea since my Professor and I were in a very good speaking terms. But he sadly told me that the rules should be abided and I must go. I argued that today was our Final Case Pres but he pitifully turned me to the guard, who was grinning like a stupid gargoyle.

Before I went outside I called Mara. She lives nearby so I was expecting that she knew someone who may lend me a Uniform, but according to her all she knows is her Ex Boyfriend.

So we roamed around. She suggested that we could rent a Uniform from STI students nearby. But the guys there look like hoodlums so I refused the idea. I was beginning to panic when I had finally had an Idea.

We went to the nearest shop and bought a cheap, white polo almost identical to our uniform. The only problem now was my jeans and rubber shoes but I still gambled and I was finally able to enter.

The comshop inside the campus was already open that time so I decided to continue to edit the Anatomy and Physiology. With some deleting here and typing there I was able to make the pages. But while the lady was printing my piece, there had been a power interruption (in the middle of the printing ARGH!).

So I paid ten pesos and hurried to our room. I was on time. The Panel was there already and the POWER HAS FINALLY RESUMED.

PS My defense of the Anatomy and Physiology was a complete fiasco. I stood under the panel’s scrutiny for exactly 45 minutes.