The Glamarazzi

Just got back from CDO and Ormoc (tell all sooness) and the city is so pretty with all the left over buntings!

I miss the fiesta celebrations for the second time. I heard they had a blast from last weekend’s FU’s Anton Ramos party. My cousins told tales of drunkenness and absolute highness for three days. I just shrugged and told them that I didn’t really miss out on anything especially when I was still high from Stylewatch. Lol. What I did miss is my family. My dad was surprised I didn’t go out that much. We spent every moment together he was starting to get sick of me and goaded me to go out and see friends.

Hours before our boat trip back to Cebu on Monday, I had an emergency stop at my Alma Mater for my sister’s Parent-Teacher’s Conference (PTC). Naturally, I was forced to sit down and listen to her teacher’s complain about her kikayness. “She should stop putting on makeup while in class.” “All she ever does is pull up her compact and look at herself in the mirror.” “Sige lang arte, sige lang pa-gwapa.”

Blah. Blah. Blah. Same comments from last year. Are they really necessary? How she applies blush on has nothing to do with her studies, my god. Personalan nato, ha. That’s the thing with small schools. You’d know everyone’s shit down from how she combs her hair to how she plagiarizes her termpaper. Everything is a scandal, a controversy and the next person to wear the skimpiest outfit will be the topic of discussion the next day.

Haven’t they learned from previous batches by now? *wink wink*

Teacher’s should deal with their student’s quirkiness – it’s what makes up their character and whatever they do with their personal lives and personal effects never affect their performance in school. I would know. My sister is doing good. She is no different from the straight-A student who picks her nose in front of class so why pick on how pink her lipstick is?
So I sat down and took it all in and smiled at the teachers even though at the back of my head I want to tell to listen to themselves because they don’t make sense. I used to teach in that same school and because I was more kikay than the students, I never for once thought that such a habit would get in the way of their studies. I used to go to that school. I am not coined Ms. Doña Victorina for nothing. Years spent in a school that is conservative should mold you to become more kikay. Haha. Whatever. I have blogherria. I should post more. Ciao.