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

This week I’ll try something new. I’ll list down first the things I will be writing about, and then hopefully I get to them throughout the day. If not, I’ll have a handy checklist of what I need to be writing back on the next days.

First, there are three students who I additional requirements to, enabling them to catch up and get a passing grade in their respective classes under me for which they are incomplete. Their various chronicles have played out throughout the week and up to today.

There are the various Lab coordinator concerns of clearances and deliveries to be signed for.

Lastly, there was the visit today to the nearby public schools and community centers to prepare and start to coordinate for the NSTP classes this coming term, with the particular culmination of the Christmas outreach in mind.

But back to my story last Friday, since we left the resort in Los Baños too late in the afternoon for me to go back to the office.

I passed by the Registrars office a little while after declining to give academic advising to Pancho. The secretary had told him that he would have to wait until Sir Joel, the head of the School of Business, arrived, which would be the next day.

But it seems that Pancho, besides being a slacker, was also impatient. He went to the Registrars office asking if he could have his enrollment assessed already. Miss Marilet told him he had to get academic advising first.

He said, a little irritated, that he was told to come back tomorrow but he couldn’t come back tomorrow. Now what could be more important than his enrollment, other than planning to get it all done in one day despite being given one week’s worth of allowance by his parents?

After all, he couldn’t let one little thing like not attending to his academic advising ahead of time hold him back from believing he could accomplish everything in just one visit to the school what his classmates had taken weeks to process.

But the story doesn’t stop there. Miss Marilet had one more question for him. She asked if he passed all of his subjects this term.

There was a discernable pause (at least I could discern it) and he answered yes, as some people say “through his nose.”

But even if it was true that he passed all of his subjects this term, he is not a regular student, which means that he, in likelihood, he cannot take all the subjects being offered to his batch mates. So he really still needs academic advising.

As far as I know though he hasn’t’ shown up in any of the succeeding days, so I’m not sure if he has already enrolled or he gave up and will join this handful of students who process all their enrollment during the first weeks of classes, to the frustration of teachers who assign groupings and such during those crucial early meetings, like my mechanics lab.

And there’s the bell. I’ll have to continue next time. Class dismissed.