OUR class president, Jonas Bico, for whom I have the highest respect, told us that he has been having difficulty sleeping these past few days. He thinks a lot about the upcoming Boards, a preoccupation many of us share, an incessant personal battle waged with feelings of dread and worry and hope. He sleeps in the wee hours of the morning, only to find himself waking up again to a day closer to August 23. Our diagnosis: PTSD. Pre-traumatic Stress Disorder. That's not included in the DSM-V yet, but it will be in the sixth. . . . HIS reply, via SMS, when I told him I had written about him: "Waaah, ilang tumbling na lang. #Listeria"