Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Render Unto Ceasar 2

I was picking second semester classes Monday afternoon when somebody tapped me from behind. It was the Dean. First he said I got the highest mark in his class. Then he asked what my other grades were. I was caught off-guard, but this was the Dean asking so I gave a rundown. He seemed satisfied(?) with half of my grades and unimpressed (or was it disappointed?) with the rest. He said to try and graduate cum laude, then left. And that wasn't even the hardest challenge posed to me that day: my sponsors said to top my year level. Talk about pressure.


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