It would be nonsesical for me to blog about classes today, since my attendance's practically zero (for once in my campus life *sobs*). Blame it on the M&P club; not that I missed anything particularly significant, though since the first lecture was apparently one of the shortest one we've ever had and the second lecture was second to cow-feces, assuming, of course the dean's list students words are to be taken with gravity. Who wants to learn how to input data into a computer to simulate bowel movements anyway (I'm dead serious on this) ?
Then came PBL.
The facilitator's out, and the admins (who have seemingly schemed against this particular medstudent we shall refer to as myself) sent in a fug facilitator who claimed to have had experience on PBLs for the past 17 years (doubt so. PBL's been introduced only recently, no?). All's well until he cut riiight into the leader's presentation to tell us "how it's done" like we've never done it before, hence defeating the purpose of 'facilitating'.
And then he started interjecting/interrupting my elaboration and presentations. Almost everyone's, in fact.
BIG MISTAKE try again wtf. He apparently loves listening to himself, to quote a PBL mate sans the facilifailtor. Needless to say I was quite pissed by the end of it, since his dictatorial style quite simply left everyone else with little/nothing to discuss about that he wouldn't interrupt (rather rudely, if I must add).
Excuse the rant/bash combo--nothing miffs me more than people who flagrantly ignore me
Otherwise everything's quite enjoyable today--afternoon study sessions with darling friends, met up with mum&dad, went out for dinner and grocery shopping with them without paying a single cent yays and uhh yeah as you can see I'm quite easily satisfied (yeahriteliarwtf).
Going to bed now toodles tata nites kthxbye.
