Maybe I shouldn't have started this blog now, not with everything that's been going on.

It's Monday, and I'm still on Friday, regardless of having had a Sunday post.

I forgot to mention last time that the stargazing I offered to one of my former classes (because I knew they had a celebrity for a classmate that they might bring along) didn't push through because the class couldn't agree if they can make it or not. I'm just waiting for word from them now, after I've given them my availability.

Saturday (finally) was the first time I've stepped into the school in Zobel. It's a lot like Greenhills, except the buildings don't seem to be as high, I guess so that they won't tower over the neighboring residences. I found out later that the bus from Manila left at past 7am, while I just slept over the house of a friend in the estates, who drove me to the gate of the school at 8am.

Two unexpected things that happened at the start: the members of the pre-assigned yellow team appointed me as leader to approach the stage for instructions, when the other teams chose students; and when we were asked to come up with a team cheer, they decided to "sample" the local song "Ocho-ocho" and changed the lyrics to "Yellow-yellow".

We won all three of the indoor games: basketball relay, timed patintero and twenty-player volleyball. In the outdoor games we were second place to the white team in the sack race, second to the red team in tug of war, and third in the centipede race won by the red team again. So we were the overall champions. I could also attribute it to the fact that three of the students from the school across the street in Manila looked like varsity players, despite not having raised their hands when asked about the fact at the start of the games.

Going home I rode in the bus to Manila, which only had twelve occupants that morning, but eighteen passengers on the return trip.

There. That wasn't so bad. Now I'm up to the current day.

Just finished my three astronomy classes' galaxy simulation activity, although surprisingly, one group did not know the meaning of simulation. So much for the computer generation.

Besides again finding out who went to class well prepared and who only bought black coffee from one of the in-campus cafeterias when their previous class ended (one group was charged P30 for a cup of hot water from one cafeteria), I also found out who were the wasteful ones and who were not.

Students from the first class actually bought packs of powdered coffee and creamer which they threw in the trash can after the activity, even though they only used three or more spoonfuls. One group from the second class used premium coffee for their experiment, but at least I saw some students drinking their results instead of dumping them.

Also from the second class, some students asked if they could just throw the liquid coffee in the trashcan. I had to tell them to throw it in the restroom sink.

One group wanted to perform their experiment in the restroom so that they could throw their used coffee in the sink immediately. I told them they could just throw it out the window because outside was a ledge above the entrance. I was surprised when I looked out later and found that they threw everything there (cup, creamer packs, spoons, and used tissue) instead of just the waste water. I had to tell someone to get all the trash and throw it properly. He even looked over the ledge, and I had to tell him to go back inside the room before a Discipline Officer saw him.

There are other small anecdotes, but I'll probably tell them tomorrow.