I had double cheese burger for dinner. That means a double-the-fun yet double-the-cholesterol meal. Weirdly, every time I eat one, the urge to write comes as a divine force. Divinity, for me, is all about accepting something you don’t really expect at all. It is something that you know you don’t deserve but accepts it anyway because you feel it gives a burden on your name. I pull my inspiration to write from this elysian force so that all my brains would work. Amen to you, dear cheeseburger. Anyway, I already have a job–but I won’t talk about it here because I believe that this matter deserves a separate entry. What I want to write about is a crystallization of all the learnings I imbibed during the painfully long process of job hunting.
Yesterday was a Friday the 13th and I sure experienced what it wanted to offer. One of my classes (which I already enrolled and paid for) was dissolved by the department due to the below-minimum number of enrolees. I had to transfer to another class which has a conflict with another class. So, I have to cancel that another class—But when I cancel that another class, I have to find an alternative. And oh, both classes are already full so I have to undergo a very bureaucratic process. All in all, in UP speak, I had to Change Matriculation and Add Slot. Oh well, at least I survived wandering towards my enrolment for my last semester in UP Manila.