Accepted a teaching position at ol’ DLSU and did a demo lecture today. I’m teaching producing next term. I’ve always wanted to teach but also feel I’m VASTLY underqualified, but there you go, I’ll be teaching three hours a week.
For the demo I blazed through the entire production process using our two-minute film Pusong Gala (selected for the Rotterdam Film Festival in January!) as an example. Got through it fine, except that Angeli Diaz said I mumbled through the whole thing. Yep, I figured that would happen. When I get excited / am nervous / in a hurry I slur like a drunken lout. Have to work on that.
Also I had to get my very sorry transcripts from the school. For the first time in a dozen years I had to write my ID number, and it came out right away without even thinking. 9205993. That was strange. Walking the halls the school looked the same, except that the students now had iPods, were constantly on their phones, had MacBooks opened. Also they were in slippers, which ticked me off because we had that idiot dress code in the 90s. Yes, the biggest complaint I have is our inability to wear slippers.
Maite’s Abuela died this morning and we went to the wake after dinner. That’s the fourth time this year. We go as a barkada to these wakes and always do “pagpag” after, meaning we stop by somewhere, eat or get a drink, supposedly to break the spell of death and not bring it with us. Apparently, it’s not working. For us it’s No Weddings and All Funerals. Thank God Caye and DSJ are getting married next year.



