English Majors: Attitude Problems

English Majors are boastful and arrogant...

Really??

It has been a common misconception that most English Majors (particularly in our campus) are boastful and arrogant. And right now most professors in our department (English Department) are probably getting such feedbacks---that we have attitude problem.
I beg to disagree.... slightly... about such hasty generalization.
The first thing that came to my mind is that most other majors consider our Way of speaking English as showy and haughty. Because they may say that when we speak in English, we sound as if we're showing off what we know about the language--which I guess is not a problem if you are really good at it (unless you're becoming really showy about it.) But come on, it's our forte--our majorship---for crying out loud!! Aren't we suppose to put such skill into practice?!
And we aren't even turning our backs to our mother language (My gang at school even have this momentary check on deep Tagalog words that we know and share it to each other.)
Secondly, we are victims of hasty generalizations.Maybe, one time, an 'other-major' student met a group of English majors who are acting as if they are the only 'children of God'. So they may perhaps come up with one generalization (without further observation and study) that all of us are like that.
I might start thinking that they don't have any idea what individualization is.
I am not doing this write up to defend our majorships. I don't even know much of the other English majors in our club (English Club--where all English Majors are members.) I am just trying to say a little about our side---because other majors seem to speak against us (and that, my friend, is just my hasty generalization. How do you like that??? Provoking, ain't it?)
How about if I see a couple of Psychology Majors having sex inside classrooms... is it okay to say that all Psych Majors do that in the campus? Or if I see some Physics Majors taking illegal drugs...wouldn't it be unfair to say that all Physics Majors are drug addicts?? Aren't those too mean to say??? Of course, these are just examples---no fact about such. But isn't it painful for you to hear such generalization when you yourself is not like that?
And I'm not saying we don't have attitude problems. Of course, I guess, we do!! Nobody's perfect!! But I don't find much of them (attitude problematic students) in my section... Maybe some... But nobody so offensive... I don't know about the other sections.
Personally, I believe I have attitude problems. But I am certain that these problems I have about myself don't affect the image of every English Majors.
Because I am just myself. It is just me... And I do no intentions of ruining our image.
So maybe not all English majors have attitude problems..
Maybe several of us have... But not all, I believe so..
NOT ALL.
So before you judge other people's attitude, see first if your own ass is already free from shit stains.

the One with the Skirt

I barely feel embarrassed. And this one is just one of those rare moments.
My friends and I were walking outside Ayala Mall and I figured to go to the bathroom for a while. There were comfort rooms beside a Loading Station. I told my friends to wait for me so I went in the bathroom to the left.
It was very clean and it made me wonder why there weren’t any urinal hanging on any wall of the bathroom. I just went in one cubicle bathed with the clean sight of the room and its silence for I was alone.
Somebody came in and went into the other cubicle.
I was done and went out of the cubicle. Before I go out, I inspected myself in front of the mirror and wondered why there was a janitress coming out of the other cubicle.
A janitress? Maybe she's about to close the public bathroom. I didn't mind her looking at me with hostility.
I went out of the room and found my friends waiting for me outside. Mitch asked me, "Why did you come from there?"
Huh? What is she asking me?
She broke it into me: "You've just gone into the one with the skirt."
Her voice was an epiphany. A disastrous epiphany, I tell you. I felt like shrinking then because I found the door with a silhouette drawing of a man closed at the right side.
And I have just gone into the female's bathroom!!
I have just been into the door with the drawing that had no skirt on.
My friends laughed at me (How helpful they were!!). I invited them quickly to get ourselves (especially me) out of sight for there were a lot of witnesses: the janitress, the cigarette vendor on one side, and even the passengers of the jeepney beside the place saw me went in!!!
Lucky I was alone in the bathroom----that would be a greater humiliation!!!
Next time, I have to consider first if I were wearing any skirt--then, I can really go in and not encounter a janitress who felt like killing me!!

The Drop 2

I remember clearly how it felt like when I fell in line for a roller coaster ride for the first time. I was excited and nervous at the same time.
And you're getting tired of me talking about this Roller Coaster ride I'm having in school.
Anyway, I fell in line last saturday at the office of Prof M, hoping to ride some coaster then receiving the Blessed Apology. We waited for hours and finally she came.
I was second in line.
I remember that this is going to be the second time I will be talking to her one-on-one inside that office. My first time was when I was interviewed by her during the Majorship Qualifications.
It took my friend a long time to get out. As we, the others, waited outside, we were hearing some of the tensed conversation going on inside. It just added up our nervousness--my nervousness.
And finally, my friend came out. My turn. I went in and Prof M asked what my purpose for coming.And I spilled out some apology. And so, the coaster took another drop and it was a terrible thing that I was just standing there with nothing to grip on.
The rest of the conversation will not be posted here. Let's say that it's a discussion which can only be talked about in that room. All I can say is that, I went out feeling a little relieved.
But who ever said that everything ends there. I have the feeling it will be the first of everything else....


By the way, on my way home, she took the same bus as I did.

The Drop

If you can still remember one of my current posts from my Anything But Ordinary Blog, I mentioned about starting the new school year with some "threat" which I compared with riding a roller coaster...
Okay, to help you remember, it was about being under the most strict professor in our university. And now that we (me and my block section) are undergoing some painful researches and compilations---we didn't have any idea that we would soon be arriving at The Drop of the coaster ride.
If you were very adventurous, you would definitely be very excited to ride a coaster and experience the overwhelming Drop. But to most people, it is very nerve-racking indeed.
But I kept telling myself to be calm (as stoic as I've always been.)
Now I'm not going to say more about this latest issue in our class (for some confidential matter) but all i can say is that there had been (or there is still) a problem with our teacher-student relationship and on top of all, our communication skills.
Now our professor does not want to talk to us anymore unless we talk to her personally and apologize if we've said something behind her back or say that our conscience is clean---that we never cursed her even once.
The scences that are occuring right now are not actually new to me--regardless of the great intensity of this Drop is affecting me.
We wrote some letter to that professor but we ended up listening to the long painful cermon. Its similar scene: Our "bribery" (allegedly) to Sir 'Don't-Fuck-With-Me' and of course his useless cermon to us in his office last semester. The difference is that our professor right now is more serious and smarter and more worth saying sorry to...
Another similar scene is the lesson they were having this afternoon in the office of Prof. M (Our Roller Coaster Professor that I'm talking about now). There were only a few students allowed in the class---those students who have already received the Blessed Apology. This reminds me of Sir Jarder back in highschool on my junior year. He also did the same to our class (though I was then part of the students who received the Blessed Apology.)


Now, I have no idea how it will end up. I'm preparing myself on accomplishing my apology. And I am so hoping she would accept that (because I really have no grudge on her.)
But first, let me get a good grip on my myself as the coaster rushes on another drop.....