Quelle surprise! J’ai réussi le DELF B2!

More than a month ago, I finally took my DELF B2. I was not too sure if I was prepared enough for the higher DALF C1 and I had a lot of lingering self doubts. It has been more than a decade since I have last taken an objective-type French examination, and any type of certification won’t definitely come off as a walk in the park. So on that deadline for registering for the exam, I made a last minute decision to take it. I barely had two weeks to prepare myself for the 4-part exam, and I feverishly downloaded the book “Réussir le DELF B2“.

Honestly, I almost kicked myself for not deciding on this much earlier. I would have had more time to prepare but I could no longer wait for the next test schedule in May 2014. It was definitely now or never. I needed to get this exam over with and to stop stalling.

So from Sunday until Tuesday before the exam, I was just locked up in our apartment, trying to wrap my head around the amount of work I needed to do. From listening and writing comprehension, to written and oral production, I was very determined to jot down as many pointers as my shaking hands would allow me. I also had a stash of bread, junk food and four bottles of my ever-trusted Cobra Ginkgo Biloba. I cannot NOT pass the exam because it would be really humiliating if I were to fail.
My DELF B2 !

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Friends and PayPal

Last Tuesday, I chatted on Facebook with Lala, my friend way back from college. We were classmates since my second semester in Diliman (Creative Writing 10) and she still remains to be one of the most weirdly tenacious people I have ever met. She was also a classmate of Ikle from another class and the world was really small for the three of us. When she found out that Ikle was here in the Philippines, she scheduled a day for us to meet and have lunch together.

Ikle, Lala and I
The three of us knew each other for about a decade now

We agreed to meet in A Veneto (which is, by the way, pronounced as /ave-neto/ and not /avenet-to/, it should be spelled as A Venetto to qualify as the latter =D) in Trinoma at 11:30 PM but I arrived late. When I was about to leave the house, Mama asked for my digital camera because she was going somewhere else with the kids. I hesitated to lend it to because I was eager to take good pictures of my friends and I together. But I just did not want any issue so I let it go. =D Lala and Ikle were already eating when I arrived past 12 noon. We had a a great time talking and laughing over how silly we were back in college, as well as ask about what happened to whoever we were talking about. Good thing there were not a lot of people inside because we were guffawing like mad. The three of us haven’t been together since April 2008, when Ikle attended the University Graduation. Lala and I graduated a year earlier and she was infamous in our College Graduation for not wearing an all-white/cream ensemble, the dress code for female graduates. LOL The lady wore a black pencil skirt.

UP Diliman's University Graduation 2008 --- we all looked so young here and I still had braces

Lala and I in our College Graduation in 2007

We then went to have some coffee in that coffee/tea place in the 4th floor, near the carousel (forgot the name of the place but it is always jampacked on Saturday nights). But since I have work at 3pm, we had to cut our meeting short and we all together went to Makati via MRT.

WordAds first payment to PayPal

At around 4PM, I received an email on my phone from PayPal but the subject line was enough to make my heart skip a beat — I just received my first payment for WordAds! When I last posted about WordAds, I barely had a few dollars, which wasn’t bad at all. I did not start blogging to make money, nor reach out to a ready audience pimping myself. I don’t even post my blog and promote it on my Facebook page. This is my virtual diary of whatever happens to me everyday, and I’m happy enough to get search results from people who are looking for (in-depth) information about a particular topic. So happened I wrote about it and people see it on search results. Comments or likes are just bonus points. However, I will not say ‘No!’ to monetary compensation with WordAds advertisements just innocently hovering after every first entry of my page. Meanwhile, I’ll just let the money sit on my PayPal account because I think that I still don’t have any pressing need to use it as it might trigger the first impulsive purchase of the year.

 

 

Undergrad nostalgia photos

I received an email earlier from the department that the graduate office was asking for a copy of my 2nd semester/AY 2009-2010 Form 5. I had no idea where I had placed it and since it was last used three years ago, I was ready to bet that I have already lost it.

I was very eager to immediately go home after work because I wanted to search for it in all of my boxes of trinkets. As expected, I did not find it. However, I was happy to see several things associated with my undergraduate life in a shoe box I have stashed inside my drawer.

Nostalgia photos - ticket, notes, classcards and Form 5 - UP Diliman

In one of the binders with Cattleya fillers, I have several tickets and receipts in the cover. It has Mariah, Alicia Keys concert tickets, as well as the ticket for the first time that I’ve watched the UAAP Cheerdance Competition in 2003. I remember that it was sold to me by my PE instructor right that Saturday morning, and I dragged myself to Araneta to watch it in that jampacked Upper B section. After that event, I was more than determined to try my luck to be part of the team.

I also found several notes for my language classes. I even found a yellow pad paper with a French translation exercise given by a visiting professor — translate Nina’s ‘Love Moves in Mysterious Ways’ into French. It was a peculiar exercise and we couldn’t believe that we were made to translate that song. Turned out that he liked the song so much that he asked all of his assigned classes to translate it. But the paper that I found really funny was the one with my notes for our Latin class. I barely remember anything from that class except for “Mulus gemit” (The mule groans) and “Sumus agricolae” (We are farmers). It was my lowest numerical grade ever (at 3.00, I barely passed the class) but I was most happy to get that grade. Latin was excruciating.

And then, when UP used to issue tangible classcards (they now release them online through CRS), we had to sift through a pile of classcards and look for our names. What was embarrassing about it was that other students/classmates would be able to see your poor grades while looking for their own. News about who got a failing grade would readily spread out. Looking upon my classcards in my box at home, I saw my two INC classcards, one for English 11 (literature something, where I had to endure the extremely soporific” The Iceman Cometh“) and the other was Kas 1 (Philippine history). I was wondering why I did not tear nor throw them out.

Lastly, my first ever Form 5 in Diliman from 2003, containing my basic French classes and the badly spaced schedule of classes. I had classed from Monday to Saturday (except Wednesdays) and the breaks were quite long that I even had time to go to SM North and loiter before going back to school. Also, it was my most costly semester ever, at Php 6,266.50 when it used to Php 300/unit in school. Of course it was a different story nowadays when the tuition for undergrad drastically increased. I remember peeking at the Form 5s of the students I was with in the queue for payment and it was not strange to see theirs marked with Php 25,000 and up. Eeeek! That can already about 5 semesters during my time.

I counted the wrinkled and yellowed Form 5s from my undergrad and they were all present. Imagine I have kept each and every single one, including the summer classes but I managed to lose one of my graduate school Form 5. Some things do really change over time and one of them was diligence. LOL