it was just the first week and so much happened.
The Saturday before the Monday our class started, we went to the high school building to get my sister’s uniform. I coincidentally met a former classmate and we looked around the ground and second floors to check the locations of the classrooms, since they tend to change every year.
Grade 10 Democritus and Plato were on the first floor along with Grade 7 Coulomb, Ohm, and Joule, right in front of the office, but while we went around we could find no trace of 10-Aristotle, where I was going to be. Well, a section doesn’t just disappear, so I figured that maybe we were on the 3rd floor. A lonely floor, which we only ever visit to reach the audio-visual room, the venue for orientations or class pictures or contests or for spending non-Catholic time during mass.
On the first day of class, I check my section on one of the yellow papers posted on the bulletin board and find that we’re all the way up on the 3rd floor, with only the STEM senior high, the closed senior high library, the AVR, a chapel, and another girls bathroom to keep us company, isolated from society. And after climbing two staircases and finding a seat where the aircon’s nice breeze lands on, it finally sinks in that our science teacher will be our adviser, which isn’t all that bad, because his long-lived (unserious) feud with Y always serves to entertain.
He’s funny too, because occasionally when we’re recapping a concept he’ll pause and wait for us to complete the definition, but then the next word he’ll use is completely different from what we anticipate, like:
“…Measurement is the process of comparing…” (looking at us dead in the eyes for a moment, waiting for us to finish it)
Our notes from the PowerPoint lesson say that measurement is the process of comparing something with a standard.
— “something—”
“…the report…” (he continues, looking at us again) “…of the measured quantity in comparison to…”
I wondered how he would be as our TLE teacher, though, and surprisingly, he mentioned later on that he had two years of experience teaching it. I don’t think we would’ve expected that at all from a Physics major.
He came in a little later (as per the usual) after “climbing Mount Everest” just to reach us. He wasn’t wrong; it did end up like Mount Everest when I realized after it was on for while that “the aircon’s nice breeze” escalated to absolute zero temperatures.
