This is one NOT-HOT summer. (Literally and figuratively)
The weather is just awesome. Ok, I’m kidding, it sucks--- big time. Scattered rain clouds, frosty winds, and dreary skies. It is utterly unacceptable that THIS, right here, is already ‘summer’.
I guess Global Warming is taking its stage now. Curse those first world countries for puffing out too much toxins in the atmosphere. Now I get rains on summer and heat waves on supposedly rainy seasons.
Dear Mother Earth, Sorry.
To add to the weather malfunctions, is the summer class uniforms. It is compromised of
- a plain white cotton round-necked t-shirt
- loose black slacks
- shiny closed-leather shoes
- a hair bun to match.
Simply spells U-G-L-Y. We resemble fry cooks on a cheap fast food chain franchised in an overpopulated third world country. Or if we luckily pull it off nicely, at least we look like salesladies/men on an over-rated department store. That is as good as it’s going to get.
Just imagine the pain of walking down town and being tapped in the shoulders to be asked: “Miss, where’s the CR?” Oh for heaven sake! It’s upsetting.
And did I mention NO accessorize were allowed? No ring. No earring. No bracelet. No necklace. Just a silver wristwatch and a pair of fresh black socks.
Summer classes murdered my Fashion Sense.
MURDERED. SLAUGHTERED. BUTCHERED.
But I have to live with it. I took up Nursing, so here it goes. Choke it in.
And if you surmise that the uniforms are atrocious, wait until you get to classes. The words SUMMER and CLASSES just never seemed to fit for me. It’s too bizarre. I declare it illegal.
History + I.T + NCM = ZZZZZZZ
Good thing I’m going to Manila on the 28th, at least some escape from all the mayhem that is summer school. 10 days of shopping therapy. (This is the part where I hear angels sing gloriously under a bright ray of light.)
I see the bleak future, my 2nd year professor asking me: “How was your summer?”
And me coldly retorting: “ WHAT SUMMER?”
