The Perpetual Undergrad, Part 3

“Can someone recite the Expanded Accounting Theory?” asked the professor.

“Ser!” one student shot her left hand up in the air.

“Hmp…” the professor looked t the girl for a moment, knitted his eyebrows, pushed his spectacles up the ridge of his nose, and called out again. “Anyone?”

This time, the girl held her hand higher, determined to be called by the teacher. Sensing that no one wants to answer, aside from the girl whose left hand is now higher up in the air than ever, he heaved a sigh and pointed to the girl, “Alright, you there, Miss Rexona Model! Recite the Expanded Accounting Theory…”

“Okay Ser,” she stood up, and began reciting. “Assets equals LiabElities plus Owner’s Iq…”

“Wait, wait!” the professor interrupted. “Ano nga ulit yun, hija?"
“Owner’s…”

“No, the word before that.”
“Plus…”

“Before that, hija.”
“LiabElities…”

“That’s it!” he was so amused, he seemed so triumphant. The students started to laugh, medium laughter. The poor girl, on the other hand, just scratched her head in confusion, looked at her classmates and … well … smiled, no idea what’s going on around her.

“Ser, hindi pa po tapos yun…”
“Sige … please … continue!” the professor uttered between gurgles.

“Assets equals LiabElities plus …”
Humongous laughter. “No hija, say LiabIlities…”

“Oh, sorry ser.” She became aware of the situation. “I’m sorry classmates…” she smiled.
“LiabElities…” she repeated. Hysterical laughter.

“LiabILIties…” reiterated the professor.
“LiaBILETis…” some students fell down laughing, and so did the teacher.

The poor girl turned scarlet. Tears threaten to trickle from her eyes. She was still standing, while everyone around her busted their lungs out laughing.

“LyaBILITis!”

* * *

Wait!

Oh, where was I? … Uhm … Ahh … Was I writing about my previous schools? I was!? Man! This wasn’t supposed to be about discrimination towards Visayan people! Darn it! … Guess I’ll just finish this next time. I’m tired. Besides, my train (of thought) had gone astray.

To be continued (the story), will tell you how this author stood up for all the promdi’s (read: prom di prabins / from the province) of the world; and how the poor probinsyana almost strangled her seatmate to death (You go, Bisaya guurl!). And also, about the universities. For now, I really tired, and I need to rest.