Monday, February 17, 2003
Bad Trip! - The True Story of Frustration
ARRRGGH! I am so hating the on-campus dormitories right now! It is so fucking frustrating! I have to let my feelings lash out into this journal before it targets innocent civilians passing by.
Anyways it goes something like this. Last Friday night I went on a Group Date with Rona-Aldrich, Mik-Jenna, William, and Joy. We went to Las Piñas after playing Billiards at Robinsons Imus. You can read about this night by clicking here.
I returned to the front of La Salle with Aldrich and Mik. Aldrich and Mik would stay at their friend's Dormitory off-campus, just walking distance. I insisted that I return to my comfy bed back inside my dormitory. Since I couldn't provide an excuse-letter like Ben's Group Date did (Ben-his GF, Karl-his date, Lance-Joyce, Basil-Gaile, and Alex-his date) when they went to Alabang, I had to tell the security guard that "I came from home. I spent my Valentine's there."
The main gate guard let me in without any problem. And I walked in the stillness of the midnight down that acacia road. I arrived to the dormitories to find another guard. I told him "I came from home." but he still took my ID.
I didn't argue, I just surrendered it. And I was to pick it up in the morning.
Saturday morning came and I was told by the guards and the e-house (lobby of the dormitories) that they were still "processing" my curfew violation. I was told to provide a signed letter by my parents or legal guardian to excuse me from receiving an offense. They also told me that I would get my ID on Monday.
Whaaaaat?!
As frustrating as it was, I ignored it as best as I could. It was a stupid thing. Why are they making such a big deal out of this? I don't want to boast, but I believe I'm one of the very few male dormers' that follow most of the rules and comply with them!
Come Monday morning after Chemistry (this morning), I proceeded to the dormitory lobby as Eric and them went straight to eat at Fiat. I waited in the lobby for a few minutes as I waited for Matron Hernandez to arrive. She finally arrived and I showed her the letter. Next thing she asks me is: "What is your telephone number?"
In my head was [oh, you don't believe me? ok, go ahead and call my house.]
I gave her my number and she called my house, but no one answered. Perhaps my mom was still asleep or the phone was answered by the Answering Machine before my mom got to it.
"When can I get my ID?" I asked the Matron, in such a kind voice that was starting to sound plastik with anger burning inside.
"Maybe 1pm. Whenever your mom becomes available." She replies.
I always say "Thank you" to end a conversation such as this. But instead I just turned around and headed off down the Acacia avenue and up to the Rotonda. My mom finally answered the phone via my cellphone.
"Mom, the Matron is going to call you later. Just remember i was over in the house last Friday night, with High School friends." I said. She replied with an "Okay" and I told her "Ok thank you, I love you, bye."
I stopped by the guard at the Main Gate, who knew me as a dormer. I confessed that the Matron still has my ID, and that she won't give it until 1pm. He just smiled and told me that I didn't have to worry on getting back into the school, even without an ID. That made me feel a bit better.
I crossed the street, went to Fiat, and ate Brunch with my classmates. I told some of them about this problem.
I returned into the campus, and later enjoyed Potchi Strawberries with Ate Angge at the kubo as we waited for Career Pathing. Career Pathing eventually didn't even happen, and we were dismissed. Some of my classmates went to the Alumni Building to start their assignment, while I went straight to the E-HOUSE to claim my ID knowing my mom was ready to accept the phone. I also needed my ID to surf at ERS and complete some posts.
So I arrive at the dormitory. Thank God Matron Nancy (the nice matron) was there along with this other woman dressed in the same Matron clothes. Matron Hernandez was there in the center, eating.
My approach wasn't the usual smile, it was more of just a plain expression. The Matron called my house, but my mom didn't answer. I called my house using my cellphone and my mom answered and I told her to answer the next call.
The Matron called again and my mom answered. I felt nervous, perhaps the Matron would bombard my mom with a series of questions.
She did.
I overheard the Matron talk about "Potential Termination", "consideration", and other related stuff. I was burning deep inside. If I had curfew violations, it was because I had an extracurricular activity that I was part of. Perhaps the PAG Recital, etc. The worse one would be watching a movie perhaps.
Upper and Kats passed by and I felt some relief that my good classmates had passed by. The Matron popped out of that Intercom booth and handed me my ID. I took the ID and didn't even look at her.
I walked away rushing to get to ERS to join my classmates to surf here.
What's my frustration?
It's this. Other guys go out and have curfew violations because of their girlfriends, because of their drinking, because they simply want to be late or be out there. I have curfew violations only due to participation in University Activities and other sorts. Inside the dorms, I comply with all their regulations and I believe I'm a good on-campus dormer. But that bitch with the glasses, Matron Hernandez, has absolutely no heart-felt feeling for those guys (and of course those girls) that still do their best to follow the rules amidst the tight schedule of the curfew.
Yes, I was out on a Group Date last Friday night. But it was Valentine's Day. And it's my privacy that I can say whatever I want to the Matron. I told everyone FROM THE MOMENT I ARRIVED BACK IN LA SALLE AT 12:30MN last Saturday early morning, that I CAME FROM HOME. They got the signature, they got my mom's approval (even if she knows I really went on a Group Date). WHAT ELSE DO THEY WANT?
(my classmate Cindy encouraged me that I talk to Matron Nancy and tell her my problem and to let at least one of the Matrons know that I haven't done anything seriously wrong as an on-campus dormer)
I've always planned to stay 2-years inside La Salle as an on-campus dormer. But for the first time I'm thinking seriously about moving off-campus. I only wish I could take some of the guys with me. Joel, Basil, Karl, Brian, Lance, Aldrich (and Mik when he comes), with me to some awesome compound off-campus. That's my dream. To hang out all together in a place with no curfew regulation and less house rules.
On-campus dorming: NO cooking, NO laundry, NO good condo facilities, STRICT curfew.
Off-campus dorming: True freedom.
The search begins now. And this summer, I might shift off-campus for dorming.
ARRRGGH! I am so hating the on-campus dormitories right now! It is so fucking frustrating! I have to let my feelings lash out into this journal before it targets innocent civilians passing by.
Anyways it goes something like this. Last Friday night I went on a Group Date with Rona-Aldrich, Mik-Jenna, William, and Joy. We went to Las Piñas after playing Billiards at Robinsons Imus. You can read about this night by clicking here.
I returned to the front of La Salle with Aldrich and Mik. Aldrich and Mik would stay at their friend's Dormitory off-campus, just walking distance. I insisted that I return to my comfy bed back inside my dormitory. Since I couldn't provide an excuse-letter like Ben's Group Date did (Ben-his GF, Karl-his date, Lance-Joyce, Basil-Gaile, and Alex-his date) when they went to Alabang, I had to tell the security guard that "I came from home. I spent my Valentine's there."
The main gate guard let me in without any problem. And I walked in the stillness of the midnight down that acacia road. I arrived to the dormitories to find another guard. I told him "I came from home." but he still took my ID.
I didn't argue, I just surrendered it. And I was to pick it up in the morning.
Saturday morning came and I was told by the guards and the e-house (lobby of the dormitories) that they were still "processing" my curfew violation. I was told to provide a signed letter by my parents or legal guardian to excuse me from receiving an offense. They also told me that I would get my ID on Monday.
Whaaaaat?!
As frustrating as it was, I ignored it as best as I could. It was a stupid thing. Why are they making such a big deal out of this? I don't want to boast, but I believe I'm one of the very few male dormers' that follow most of the rules and comply with them!
Come Monday morning after Chemistry (this morning), I proceeded to the dormitory lobby as Eric and them went straight to eat at Fiat. I waited in the lobby for a few minutes as I waited for Matron Hernandez to arrive. She finally arrived and I showed her the letter. Next thing she asks me is: "What is your telephone number?"
In my head was [oh, you don't believe me? ok, go ahead and call my house.]
I gave her my number and she called my house, but no one answered. Perhaps my mom was still asleep or the phone was answered by the Answering Machine before my mom got to it.
"When can I get my ID?" I asked the Matron, in such a kind voice that was starting to sound plastik with anger burning inside.
"Maybe 1pm. Whenever your mom becomes available." She replies.
I always say "Thank you" to end a conversation such as this. But instead I just turned around and headed off down the Acacia avenue and up to the Rotonda. My mom finally answered the phone via my cellphone.
"Mom, the Matron is going to call you later. Just remember i was over in the house last Friday night, with High School friends." I said. She replied with an "Okay" and I told her "Ok thank you, I love you, bye."
I stopped by the guard at the Main Gate, who knew me as a dormer. I confessed that the Matron still has my ID, and that she won't give it until 1pm. He just smiled and told me that I didn't have to worry on getting back into the school, even without an ID. That made me feel a bit better.
I crossed the street, went to Fiat, and ate Brunch with my classmates. I told some of them about this problem.
I returned into the campus, and later enjoyed Potchi Strawberries with Ate Angge at the kubo as we waited for Career Pathing. Career Pathing eventually didn't even happen, and we were dismissed. Some of my classmates went to the Alumni Building to start their assignment, while I went straight to the E-HOUSE to claim my ID knowing my mom was ready to accept the phone. I also needed my ID to surf at ERS and complete some posts.
So I arrive at the dormitory. Thank God Matron Nancy (the nice matron) was there along with this other woman dressed in the same Matron clothes. Matron Hernandez was there in the center, eating.
My approach wasn't the usual smile, it was more of just a plain expression. The Matron called my house, but my mom didn't answer. I called my house using my cellphone and my mom answered and I told her to answer the next call.
The Matron called again and my mom answered. I felt nervous, perhaps the Matron would bombard my mom with a series of questions.
She did.
I overheard the Matron talk about "Potential Termination", "consideration", and other related stuff. I was burning deep inside. If I had curfew violations, it was because I had an extracurricular activity that I was part of. Perhaps the PAG Recital, etc. The worse one would be watching a movie perhaps.
Upper and Kats passed by and I felt some relief that my good classmates had passed by. The Matron popped out of that Intercom booth and handed me my ID. I took the ID and didn't even look at her.
I walked away rushing to get to ERS to join my classmates to surf here.
What's my frustration?
It's this. Other guys go out and have curfew violations because of their girlfriends, because of their drinking, because they simply want to be late or be out there. I have curfew violations only due to participation in University Activities and other sorts. Inside the dorms, I comply with all their regulations and I believe I'm a good on-campus dormer. But that bitch with the glasses, Matron Hernandez, has absolutely no heart-felt feeling for those guys (and of course those girls) that still do their best to follow the rules amidst the tight schedule of the curfew.
Yes, I was out on a Group Date last Friday night. But it was Valentine's Day. And it's my privacy that I can say whatever I want to the Matron. I told everyone FROM THE MOMENT I ARRIVED BACK IN LA SALLE AT 12:30MN last Saturday early morning, that I CAME FROM HOME. They got the signature, they got my mom's approval (even if she knows I really went on a Group Date). WHAT ELSE DO THEY WANT?
(my classmate Cindy encouraged me that I talk to Matron Nancy and tell her my problem and to let at least one of the Matrons know that I haven't done anything seriously wrong as an on-campus dormer)
I've always planned to stay 2-years inside La Salle as an on-campus dormer. But for the first time I'm thinking seriously about moving off-campus. I only wish I could take some of the guys with me. Joel, Basil, Karl, Brian, Lance, Aldrich (and Mik when he comes), with me to some awesome compound off-campus. That's my dream. To hang out all together in a place with no curfew regulation and less house rules.
On-campus dorming: NO cooking, NO laundry, NO good condo facilities, STRICT curfew.
Off-campus dorming: True freedom.
The search begins now. And this summer, I might shift off-campus for dorming.
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