Classes have finally resumed, but things at work are far from normal.
The Department of Public Works and Highways (DPWH) was supposed to perform load/stress tests on the Sciences and Humanities Building during our semestral break, but they said they were “unable to accommodate” us and as such have postponed the inspection, hopefully before the end of the world.
As such, the school was forced to move classes to a wide variety of venues scattered all over the campus: dorm hallways, the canteen, the gym, and the stygian corridor beneath the gym where Satanic rituals must have been performed sometime in the past.
It’s one of the craziest things I’ve ever seen and definitely makes the school feel more like a public institution than ever.
I used to complain that we didn’t have air-conditioned rooms (we do, but they aren’t regular classrooms), and the rooms were old, hot, and dusty.
Now I’m going to have one class in the boys’ dorm with underwear hanging outside the window, and one class in the underground corridor of doom. These two are probably the most bizarre class venues I’ve ever had.
While having classes under trees (which does happen in the provinces) seems unpalatable, I still think being around nature would be much better than lecturing about Ryunosuke Akutagawa in a corridor that ought to be examined by an archaeologist.
I really don’t want to look like I’m betraying the institution that gave me this job while I was fresh out of the university, but seriously—why is this happening? As the best institution for young science-oriented minds, why are we rotting?
Of course, it sure seems the government above us doesn’t care. It’s the fault of a lot of people, but the bulk of the blame rests on shoulders that are much higher up.
Not that they care.