No, it wasn't Kim Chiu.
Every semester, I select a particular course on our course list and make it my object of motivation to come to school everyday. The motivation thing lies not only on courses but also on school activities. Most of the time, it was only during the last days of the semester that I realize this particular activity or class got me going. There would always be two to three interesting things that I'll look forward to so I can still enjoy what I would be doing the next day. Of course, there would be some topics or courses (like Political Science) that would drain my energy, and worst of all, take away my interest to learn more. So what I do is to divert my attention to a certain activity or subject and make the most out of it. And that would solve my problem of boring classes, nerve-wracking recitations, bad taste, and poor professors, er, I mean worst teaching methods. The problem is this: I'm getting bored with the course lineup, the units, immobility ---- almost everything because I think the University doesn't deal properly with freedom.
One, I raise the issue of the spoon-fed courses. I take it that I'm not within the UP grounds to take some courses piece by piece according to my preference but I really think it's a student's right to enroll in the courses he wishes to understand deeply. Those courses he himself thinks will make a better him. Two, I discuss immobility. As you can see, the Journalism department failed to get a newsroom. And no one tries to fight for it. Add the wallflower TVs in each colleges within the University with that. Obviously, the practice of Journalism wasn't really seriously dealt with except for maybe three organizations in the whole campus. I certainly think there was only one. And someone even regarded the program as a center of excellence. The most essential things we need to learn cannot be learned in the four corners of a classroom.
It all started after our Literary Criticism class. I won't tell exactly what happened because someone might get hurt even if that one won't be mentioned in this entry. I keep on telling my roommates the course was so useless (hope I'm wrong) and that the amount of readings was irrelevant. Okay, maybe one of us will be literary critics some day but I really feel like it would be as disinteresting as it could get. Maybe this is just the fruit of some boring classes I've previously finished last semester. Or maybe some professors who fail at letting the students grow as they learn the way they were supposed to learn.
