Being boxed in the ears by Dr. F brings out an inner masochistic tendency in me. It is in a foreboding sense of cringe-worthy affair that my former professor will give me the gospel of a lifetime for initially sending her a recommendation for a French master's degree. Good thing I had a recommendation form for a clinical degree at hand or else the episode would have turned uglier. But really, Dr. F's ways have rarely changed in the last few years I haven't seen her. The dry remarks on my losing weight is kind of getting tiring already too--with her and most of my long-time-no-see acquaintances noting it. As it turns out, she also had her share of ridiculous college moments with classmates and professors. So most likely than not, in generalizing the academe societal evolution, professors also had their share of the pranks and spoils of being a college student. It's not like I felt any more guilty of the clowning I did in school back then. Anyway, applying for a master's degree is all tedious and money consuming. What kind of school charges four hundred bucks for an honourable dismissal? I hope they make sure the letter body is written in gold ink because it's all fucked up if that's the usurious way of a school these days. Really. I have to thank Zena for picking up the bill for my good moral character.
Work is testing my patience right now. I have to go to Fort Bonifacio on Monday to gather answer sheets. These damn codswallop of papers are downright useless to find. First, because it was not part of the SOP to keep them because hey, it wasn't even part of the SOP for revisions to take place. Trying to find an untarnished year to get data for item analysis is a brilliant idea written in water. The best each major service can produce right now is several stacks of answer sheets from two years ago. That means the desire for item analysis, much more the progress of the project, is in the ruins. The project team has decided to pursue what is left to be salvage, and that is not good enough. That is never good enough if the foundation of doing a test revision is at hand. I want a new job right now. It brings Dr. Facto's freshly served lecture about the responsibilities of untwisted knowledge and principles of psychology in shame. I bet Beth can empathize with my plight; she had a three day taste of possibilities the project will be subjected to when I dragged her to the summit.
In relation to my work and my impending application for a master's degree, I've decided to scout for an SPSS-like Ubuntu alternative program. I found myself leaning towards R, one of the more flexible statistics program based on a single forum I've explored. So as soon as I've gained enough consciousness today, I exerted the effort to download the program and dragged another person to find a good gui for it. RKWard fitted the bill; it made R look a lot similar to SPSS, which I'm a tad grateful for. Not that I'm an acclaimed virtuoso of SPSS. I can still recall the absolute failure I encountered in college when I had to do a shotgun experiment with the program for our thesis. It went down the drain and back, in a manner of speaking. R looks a bit daunting for an inutile like me, but I have to force myself upon the program if I need to come out unscathed with my current work, and the looming portent of failing a stat subject.
World Cup (hearing the term has never been the same after watching a particular episode of Katekyo Hitman Reborn, haha) is nearing so that means before everyone goes hopping and hollering for their respective countries, folks have to settle first with the Champions League and in my case, La Liga. El Clasico part two will be held tomorrow at Bernabeu. That means a whole lot of pressure and stress for the Los Merengues if they fail to win again. I haven't seen a Real Madrid game for months, and I'm all in limbo as to what their current status is. I'm all cheering for my team still. So it's going to be an early night tomorrow to wake up and prepare for the game of this season. Hala Madrid!
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