I never had to attend a summer class - not during elementary, high school, or in university. And well, that doesn’t really say much except perhaps that I always enjoyed a full summer as a student.
Yesterday, I went back to my alma mater for a meeting and got to see how the school feels like when just a fraction of its population is around. On the surface, there seems to be such little difference. There was still the rushing of students after the bell has rung, albeit a fewer of them now. The cafeteria was still serving its usual fare. The North Carpark was still full. All seems to be business as usual.
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| Most students walk along EDSA, the college building's main corridor, to get to their classes. |
In regards to the actual class, I don’t know how they cram a semester in just about four-five weeks. I think it’s safe to say that the pace is pretty hectic or that something will be lost in the hurry to end on time. But one thing is for sure, a student would’ve learned a thing or two before another school year begins.
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