POS 100 finals were...ohh, who am I shitting? They were FUCKING MURDER, that's what the finals were. Oddly enough, I don't hold it against Ma'am Aceron. I guess we all should've taken a hint when she announced that written finals'd be taken by group.

Most of the rest of today was spent at the book sale, which ended up at the Yellow Brick Road Colayco Promenade (the new place in front of the Colayco Pavillion). I'm finding it amusing that I'm practically doing the same things from before I became the org's president -- running around getting bills changed, stashing books at the EngDept an' what-have-you. The only real change is that I get to sign papers legitimizing my grunt work.

In other words, hierarchy has died to democracy as far as LitSoc is concerned. Granted, I've no one to blame but myself; I distinctly recall setting it straight that we do things "democratically" in the org earlier this school year. Pheh. u_u

So today marks the absolute end of Philo for my college life. Looking back on it, I'll say that I enjoyed Philo quite a lot (and I mean from 101 to 104, not just any one of them). The final orals didn't go badly either (at least, I think) they didn't. Ohh sure I had the "privilege" of starting off the week's orals (7:30 a.m. time slot on Monday and all), but I didn't feel the time having any...adverse effects.

The rest of the morning was basically spent hovering around the campus, trying to find spots where the wifi was working. Eventually I decided to simply sit down with the laptop at the Doghouse and try doing my work offline, only to be told by the guard that, on days without class, one needs a permit to plug anything into an electrical socket on-campus.

So instead I decided to go over to the SocSci foyer and plug in there since there weren't any guard patrols in the area. Instead I ended up helping staykool and his Angels prep for this week's book sale. I eventually decided to head home first (this was at around 10:30 already), since my next agenda for the day was still at 3 p.m.

And what was that next agenda? Yep, you guessed it -- yet another job interview more results of La Mama basically bombing places with my resume left, right and center during the Christmas break. This one stood out because for once I wasn't told "we'll take you in after you graduate" or "we'll call you for a second interview." Y'see, this one was for a job at Eat Bulaga, doing...I never really found out, since the interviewer lady told me straight up that she didn't think it was the job for me, after reading my resume and finding out that I'm currently still an undergrad.

So what's the moral of the story? Parents, don't go around flinging your kids' resumes at every interesting thing you see in the classified ads. If you want them to get a job that badly, at least research what you're applying them for and brief them before they show up at job interviews and end up looking like complete dumbasses fools.

But hey, at least I'm not averse to this whole job-hunting thing anymore. It's just annoying when companies call you up and you're like, "Uhh, I don't exactly remember sending my bio-data to you..."