Hear me roar

I ARE BUMPAYURRRR!!!! RAAAAAARRRR!!!

Considering this blog's unchecked link-availability, would it be safe to say that I *cough*hate*cough* dislike/am annoyed at/*replace euphemism here* emotional vampires? Particularly ones that bawl in the middle of a crowd but go sniffy-iffy when asked.

But no, blog reader. I can assure you that it isn't you I'm talking about. Read on without fear.

I got a 93 in English. Not bad I suppose, for someone who didn't study at all. What's there to study? The test was going to be about a totally different thing anyway, so all of us were just left hanging... like that.

My review for the Chem test wasn't all that great either (read: around thirty minutes before I fell asleep, and roughly 15 stolen minutes when I got to school). I'm sure I messed up somewhere, particularly the concepts part (True or False was BLOODY).

I can say the same for Filipino: I'd say it was 30 minutes of ambling around, shuffling my vaguely-memorized notes in my head while sipping pineapple juice, wet hair hanging over my papers. I wasn't even done eating when Ms Esguerra arrived; I had to put the juice and biscuits down, stuff my "reviewers" under my seat and sit Indian-style to hide my unshod feet. The test was about a story... well, at least half of it was. Or else we would never have finished the thing. She dished out a four-page eye-popping, nerve-busting, scream-choking whopper of a Tagalog story. Font size? Arial 8, and I bet that was single-spaced. Oh the agony. I simply scanned the first page of the tale, gave up, ran over the parts of the test that I could answer and answered the rest of the story-driven questions when there was still time.

I had to take the Geom test after that, but I studied about half a night for that. I suppose it was okay, just confusing. I left around three items unanswered because I simply did not know, and no amount of praying would let me have an epiphany.

Hay nako, kayong lahat, mag-aral kayo para sa Geom, kasi baka maguluhan din kaya. Wag niyo kong tularan.
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Hay. A few weeks more and it'll be summer. And one year more and I'll be off to college.

It's funny now that I think about how resolved I was at the start of the school year to "to better".

I'm not doing better. Still a flat line.


Maybe I just don't have that kind of stamina.