Whenever I had free time in the past months, I compiled the documents I needed for the NEDA internship Wren mentioned before. So, when Wren for them last week, while I was still sick, I easily sent them to her. Siya ang nagpadala sa Tita niyang nagtatrabaho sa NEDA. Today was the day I'd get the result for that, whether I got the internship or not. A little later, maybe, it would arrive in my inbox.
Naka-recover na ako from being sick. It took me four days before I could go to school again. Marami akong na-miss sa mga klase ko, kaya hinahabol ko ang mga 'yon ngayon. I've been doing school works since Thursday, kahit na medyo may sinat pa ako no'n. Ngayon ay Monday na, at nakapagpasa na ako sa mga professors ko ng mga works ko through email.
Right now, I am attending my Anthropology class.
"Diffusionism is the study of how parts of culture are brought to a place different from the origin. The Philippine culture is diverse, diffusionism tackles how the parts of our culture came to be—where they came from," my professor said.
The PPT changed showing another group of information. Binalingan ko ang notes ko saglit habang nakikinig.
"The distribution of culture is the focus of diffusionism. Some diffusionists go to the extent of believing humans have no creativity because culture is just taken from one place to another, it's just passed around. The receivers of the culture only gain culture because others introduced culture to them. A bit pessimistic, but yes, this view exists in extreme diffusionists."
I typed the prof's words.
"Now, don't confuse diffusionism and diffusion. A lot of people assume these words are synonymous. Diffusion is the act of culture being passed to others while diffusionism is a school of thought, an anthropological school of thought."
The discussion continued until the bell rang. I packed my things and left the room to stay in the learning commons. I had a long vacant time on Mondays. Anthropology and Physics lab were my only classes today. Mamayang hapon pa 'yong physics ko, so I thought of staying there.
So, I walked to Henry Sy and took the escalator. I went to the fifth floor and sat on one of the bean bags. Nilabas ko ang laptop ko at nagpasiyang mag-advance read sa ilang subjects habang hindi pa gutom. Mamayang mga 11 kasi, lalabas ako para kumain.
The floor was beginning to get full as time passed by. Some students were studying, using their phones, talking with each other, and just reading books. After an hour, I stood up after putting my laptop back in my bag so that I could leave. Dinalaw na ako ng gutom, kaso hindi ko pa alam ang kakainin ko.
As I walked onto the grounds, I scrolled on my phone to check if I already got my letter from NEDA. Wala pa. Ibabalik ko na sana sa bag ko ang phone ko, ngunit nakita ko ang mensahe ni Kalon.
Mangundapat Kalon: hi, meadow jil
Mangundapat Kalon: you want to have lunch?
Napangiti ako habang nagre-reply.
MJ Carreal: sure! where ka? palabas pa lang ako ng school
Mangundapat Kalon: papunta na sa 'yo
Mangundapat Kalon: classes ended today 😁
Mangundapat Kalon: wanted to celebrate
Mangundapat Kalon: let's eat something sooo good
Mangundapat Kalon: on me
BINABASA MO ANG
Jump From the Air (Erudite Series #5)
General FictionHaving to care for her mother since the end of grade school, Meadow Jil Carreal was no stranger to exhaustion. Being the bigger person physically, mentally, and emotionally was excruciating, but Meadow always was. When Meadow, a DLSU student, eats d...
