18 February, 2012

Chivalry, Dead

Ladies love to be treated like they're the most special people in the world. They expect us guys to treat them well and make their lives easy, peaceful and romantic because it's our godforsaken job to take care of those things for them. I have no problem with that. I can give them the flowers, Hallmark cards, cheesecakes, milk teas and other inedible things they crave for because apparently sometimes they just can't buy it for themselves, and they have this often false preconceived notion that guys have something we don't run out of in our wallets aside from condoms and random cards. I will help an old woman cross the street. I will help a pregnant woman carry her groceries to her car, while wondering where the heck her husband has been slacking. I will help a girl pick up all the neatly highlighted and color-coded notes she drops in the corridor. That is, if I'm not late for my 7 am lab class.  

I wake up at seven thirty.

You see, men are busy. They do work to earn money for themselves and their families. I don't even consider myself a real man yet, because I still play Pokemon, but I'm busy. In this day and age, people don't have time to care about chivalry anymore, and even women don't. They don't complain about how much leisure and rest the men are getting after coming home from work while they're working their butts off taking care of the kids and house chores while having a day job. They love it. They enjoy getting to show how much work they are capable of doing. They dance with it in front of the men. The world has evolved into a jungle where it's every person for themselves. We work hard and it's either for money or pride, or both.

And women sometimes just expect too much from men. They want to be loved like they're Megan Fox, adored like Zooey Deschanel, and respected like Mother Theresa all at the same time. I mean come on, that just can't happen.

Let me not worry about the semantics here. By chivalry I mean being an honorable man to women. That usually means being the ideal man from fictional stories women have so wistfully dreamed of every night they gaze out their window and stare at the stars. Some people say it means serving women. To me it just means being respectable. It's crazy because people have developed several meanings for it, but whatever it is, the consensus is that chivalry is dead.

RIP Whitney Houston.

In the season premiere of Survivor: One World, a conflict immediately developed between the two tribes separated by gender. It all started when the men stole some of the women's stuff in a challenge where they were given 60 seconds to gather supplies off a truck. The women were furious, calling the guys cheap and dirty. And then at camp where the men and women agreed to work together to catch wild chickens and then split the catch later, the women broke the deal when it turned out that it was one of the girls who was able to catch both chickens. The girls kept the chickens to themselves. And then so at the immunity challenge, where the guys were in the lead of the race when one of the girls got seriously hurt, the men were given an option to take the win, or to continue, finish the race and risk losing. Of course the men chose to win right then and there. The women got catty yet again, saying how those guys could not be real men and finish the fight. The men did not care, and one of them pointed out that if it were one of them that got hurt and the women were in the lead, the women would've surely done the same thing and taken the sure win. By that, the girls were insulted, and one of the girls declared that chivalry is dead.

I love Survivor.

If there is one thing men do that women hate the most, that I learned from growing up with older sisters and my mom, it is to complain by making a totally valid argument. Girls don't want to hear that they are at fault. They expect guys to just give them what they want, and if we don't we should shut up because apparently girls are the only ones allowed to talk. Having a voice and getting heard is probably the only right they enjoy practicing the most, so us guys better not show them we have the same exact thing. It's easy to give them that, so why not?

Ah, women -- so complex. And you all still wonder why so many dudes now prefer dudes?

Chivalry is not dead. Men still care for women, but unfortunately this world has gotten tough for everyone. Like in my example, those men and women are competing on Survivor. They are fighting to survive on an island for 39 days to win a million dollars, so they cannot expect the guys to give up their win, especially momentum, so easily. The same thing goes for the concrete jungle of modern life. We work hard in order to survive, and to some, every second is worth some money. It's every man for himself, and women have embraced the idea that they are more than capable of doing things themselves and that they don't need men as much as they need them. In the end we still all see each other as humans who deserve to be cared for, and that we, through tough times, still know how to respect one another regardless of gender. 

kudos to honorable men and women.

04 February, 2012

A Bunch of Rules

The past few weeks have been hectic. The amount of stuff I had to do for school was just overwhelming. Written lab reports, oral presentation of experiments, exams (I had three this week), problem sets, papers, playing Temple Run, making peanut butter sandwiches, getting ten hours of sleep-- gosh, I just don't run out of important stuff to do.

You see, I stated in my previous post that I don't give a crap about anything anymore, but that is not entirely true. I have to care about my school requirements. I am four semesters away from getting my degree, and if I want to graduate on time, which I sure as hell do, screwing up this semester would be the worst thing I could ever do in my life. I am taking subjects that are prerequisites of the higher chemistry courses, so to remain quite awesome, I need to keep on kidding myself and try my best to pretend I like chemistry. This has become difficult recently because of a haunting incident which involved my first exam in physical chemistry class.

Physical chemistry is a bummer. You know from its name that it's terrible, like it's the weird-looking offspring of two different animal species which are cool on their own but aren't so when combined, e.g. liger, zebroid, catdog, elepheagle, camellama, etc. Chemistry is quite fun. Physics is punishment. When you combine the two, the chemistry which used to be fun becomes less enjoyable.

A subject is only as fun as its least enjoyable lesson.

I failed in the first exam. I was actually quite confident going into the exam, I remember. When I looked at the test paper, I knew how to answer most of the questions. I read the instructions carefully and followed them. I numbered the pages of my exam booklet, did my scratch work on the even-numbered pages and wrote my final answers only on the odd-numbered pages. I kept all of the pages neat and clean. I also skipped a line after every answer, as instructed. I was really sure I was doing things right, but when the exams were returned and the results were given, I was shocked to see a huge X mark written across the cover of my exam booklet. Right then I recognized my professor's atrocious handwriting which said, "Not following instructions!!!" I was worried, but I thought that my professor would just subtract like, 15 points from my score as penalty so I still had hope to pass. I glanced at the number inside the circle. It was bad. I was scared.

And then my professor told the class, in his ugly guttural speech, "To those who would like to plead or complain about the low scores they got for not following instructions, do not even attempt to do so because I would mark that zero if you come to me. I told you to follow the instructions carefully, but as it turned out some of you couldn't comprehend." I was angry. I followed the instructions, but he's telling me I couldn't even talk to him about this 'cause if I did I would get a zero? Apparently there was something I did not pick up on, but I'm still confused. I remember reading all of the directions carefully. I skipped a line after every answer, and dadgummit, who asks students to do these things in an exam anyway?

"It was written clearly in the instructions that you can only write ten answers on each page."


So that's what hit me. He did not subtract 15 points from my score like I hoped he would as a wise adult man. I didn't know he was this crazy lonely old man who is single his whole life and has no one to give all the cupcakes he bakes to, so he takes delight in setting traps in the exam instructions so that his students would fall for it, and fail, and panic and get scared of him. He didn't frikin check the answers which were on the wrong page of the paper. That instruction was actually crazy stupid. It's a frikin waste of paper! I could write 15 answers on every page while skipping a line after every answer, you know? He didn't bother to check those which were on the wrong side, instead he just encircled them like they're spelling errors, drawing circles in my exam booklet like red balloons. I had more correct answers in those he had skipped. I could have passed that exam, really, but I had to suffer because he's insane and he doesn't know me so he didn't really give a damn about me failing because of his trick.

How can I still like this subject with crap like this happening? The lessons itself are not enjoyable at all, and you combine that with a professor who is boring as hell in class, whose voice you could barely hear, with his distracting unstylish hairstyle, and with those batshit insane rules in the exams. Like, what the heck, these are horrible combinations! If these were food, I would die of diarrhea.

I don't really hate my professor. 

Well I know I should just forget about this, learn from my mistake, get a good attitude and just challenge myself to do better and strive harder blah blah blah. But man, seriously? I don't live with the Care Bears. I mean, I am livid. This is not something I could just easily take as a life lesson. Of course there has to be some resentment. It should last for a while, 'cause as time passes by I think am slowly getting over it. It's just frustrating when you work hard to study for something and then it just gets all swooped away by some evil tricks.

Would have been more fun if it were actually sorcery.

Oh well, I passed in the second exam. I could have gotten 1.5 more points if I had not been such a dummy to forget to write the unit in one of my answers. Units are very important in science for some reason. Maybe for style. Well, I have lots of stories I still want to talk about but I will save them for the next posts 'cause this is already quite long. During the time I wasn't blogging lots of things happened but I couldn't write about them then because of my busy schedule. I had my lab exam earlier too and it was difficult. Crap. Lots of crap happen in my life. I need to focus on doing something fun to stay sane.

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