I take a break from my current tedious task of documentation at work as I have been struck with inspiration to post this rather interesting event that took place this morning. It somewhat involved my students, my usual lazy habits, and a hell lot of SMS. Trust me, I have never waded through this stream of SMS messages before.
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The Scene: A Barrage of SMS
It had been my usual custom to play games in the evening, ending up sleeping early in the morning (around 2-3am). Lately though I've been engrossed in a little documentation work and thanks to GLEE as well, I ended up sleeping at 4am this time.
I feared for my students again, since whenever I end up sleeping during the most unholy hours of the dawn, I end up being either late or completely absent for my morning classes, and this habit seems to have negatively persisted throughout this trimester, one thing that discourages me from taking morning classes anymore. Thus I resolved to give them my mobile number and get theirs just so they could know if I'll even turn up for class or not.
So there I was sleeping at 4 in the morning, dreams slowly swimming in my head, when half an hour later I was forcibly dragged back to reality as the Protoss Zealot sounded from my phone (yes it is my ring tone). Three-part dazed, three-part asleep, and three-part annoyed, I pick it up, wondering who would even dare text me in this hour.
'Good Morning!'
It was an unnamed contact, but after three prior texts in the past evening I know who it was - one of my devout students. Cursing to myself I plopped back to bed and tried to get some sleep.
As expected, my little brother woke me at 6 in the morning and groggy as I was, I marched to the sofa (as I always end up doing despite anything I do against it) and fell asleep for another good hour. At 7 I was shaken awake by another text message, paraphrased:
'Hoy Dave! (Joke) Nasan ka na? Magkaklase ka ba?!'
Yet another student of mine, this time one of the loudest ones I've had, and even through LCD screens I can sense her intensity as she texted it. Groggily, I answered that I won't make it and I would attend their next class.
7:30 another message arrives, this time from the student who texted prior at 4:30:
'Sir sigurado bang aattend daw kayo? Nagtatanong sila'
Cursing at myself again, I replied the same as the previous texter, wondering if these guys even talk to one another about what I broadcast. Seeing the time I decided to start preparing for the next class.
Before I left the house, yet another text message welcomes me, this time asking if I'm already on my way to work. By this time a bout of annoyance was already over me, since I felt like a child being nagged by parents as to my whereabouts.
Thanks to a burning hot traffic I arrived several minutes late, and as I was to take the jeepney to the school, one final text rains down on me:
'Sir san kana?'
I wanted to die right there and then.
When I got to class, I delivered a short nugget of madness:
'Guys I appreciate that you care for me and the class, pero when I say that I'll be coming to class, I'm coming. There's no need to barrage me with SMS messages like as if I'm your kid or boyfriend'
Suffice to say they were laughing as I let loose my exasperation in a fit of frenzied exhaustion.
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Yes, a fine way to close the week. LOL
***
The Scene: A Barrage of SMS
It had been my usual custom to play games in the evening, ending up sleeping early in the morning (around 2-3am). Lately though I've been engrossed in a little documentation work and thanks to GLEE as well, I ended up sleeping at 4am this time.
I feared for my students again, since whenever I end up sleeping during the most unholy hours of the dawn, I end up being either late or completely absent for my morning classes, and this habit seems to have negatively persisted throughout this trimester, one thing that discourages me from taking morning classes anymore. Thus I resolved to give them my mobile number and get theirs just so they could know if I'll even turn up for class or not.
So there I was sleeping at 4 in the morning, dreams slowly swimming in my head, when half an hour later I was forcibly dragged back to reality as the Protoss Zealot sounded from my phone (yes it is my ring tone). Three-part dazed, three-part asleep, and three-part annoyed, I pick it up, wondering who would even dare text me in this hour.
'Good Morning!'
It was an unnamed contact, but after three prior texts in the past evening I know who it was - one of my devout students. Cursing to myself I plopped back to bed and tried to get some sleep.
As expected, my little brother woke me at 6 in the morning and groggy as I was, I marched to the sofa (as I always end up doing despite anything I do against it) and fell asleep for another good hour. At 7 I was shaken awake by another text message, paraphrased:
'Hoy Dave! (Joke) Nasan ka na? Magkaklase ka ba?!'
Yet another student of mine, this time one of the loudest ones I've had, and even through LCD screens I can sense her intensity as she texted it. Groggily, I answered that I won't make it and I would attend their next class.
7:30 another message arrives, this time from the student who texted prior at 4:30:
'Sir sigurado bang aattend daw kayo? Nagtatanong sila'
Cursing at myself again, I replied the same as the previous texter, wondering if these guys even talk to one another about what I broadcast. Seeing the time I decided to start preparing for the next class.
Before I left the house, yet another text message welcomes me, this time asking if I'm already on my way to work. By this time a bout of annoyance was already over me, since I felt like a child being nagged by parents as to my whereabouts.
Thanks to a burning hot traffic I arrived several minutes late, and as I was to take the jeepney to the school, one final text rains down on me:
'Sir san kana?'
I wanted to die right there and then.
When I got to class, I delivered a short nugget of madness:
'Guys I appreciate that you care for me and the class, pero when I say that I'll be coming to class, I'm coming. There's no need to barrage me with SMS messages like as if I'm your kid or boyfriend'
Suffice to say they were laughing as I let loose my exasperation in a fit of frenzied exhaustion.
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Yes, a fine way to close the week. LOL
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