Friday, August 24, 2007



I am in good condition and quarterly tests seem to have altered its way. After three consecutive days of first quarter assessment-- which actually felt like being locked up in a jail of silence, with momentary interruptions of having to attend to academic duties (i.e. studying)-- I finally can declare that I've crumpled up my first quarter crap, cut up all unnecessary links temptation and set my bookmark onto a new chapter of Sophomore Year: Second Quarter.

Time flies so fast that I felt tests swooping down our classroom aisle. The alloted duration of one hour for each test (maximum of three tests a day) seemed to have been just enough for the countless test items challenged onto us. Poor students. Imagine, we still have to check them afterwards. And, considering that Statistics was decided upon to be in a form of no-room-for-erasure test (literally), made it all the more build pressure. What I did was to basically answer in pencil first, then outlined it with pen after checking. Took up time-- a lot of time. And no, I will not make an incredibly lengthy restatement of how the test went because for one, it will just bore you all. I mean, spilling an entire bowl of first quarterly test experiences, who am I kidding? After all, it's not a bowl of sweets. It's something more, let's say a pack of black chocolates topped with tamarind. Yes, totally unattractive.

I have been much more devoted to spending the whole afternoon yesterday for studying since I had only two tests lined up: Filipino and Algebra. Call me crap/sucker/loser, but I definitely have a hard time taking Filipino tests. Even though it has been practically part of my entire schooling years, my ability in Filipino hasn't increase even by a half percent. Impossible? Let's just say.. it's the mere truth. See, it's the uncovered reality. And yes, I feel kind of eerie at the moment because if I continue decreasing (or in this case, remain in stagnation phase) my Filipino skills, I will have the hardest time coping up with college standards-- and that, I do not want to happen. I am a girl who have big dreams. Put me under the ambitious category, fine with me. Label me as someone bold, oh dear, I wish I am. But really, my skills are slowly depleting its supply and if I do not attend to it as soon as possible, I might be enjoying the rest of my summer with Filipino class remedials. Definitely not my type of vacation. Blame it on the beautifully stored Encarta (English) Dictonary programmed on this computer. Just look at how it amazes me by the mere fact that synonyms and meaning of some high-class vocabulary is just about a few typed-letters, plus a click, away. Now, I do not have to manually search a word in the dictionary (and condition myself to recite the alphabet silently in my head). But even so, this kind of "electrodictio" (my way of saying: electronic dictionary) captured my self-inflicted interest in learning lexitons and sucked up almost the whole of my willingness to learn some Filipino words-- in which, sad to say, increased 10ft in height (or was it just my skill that decreased 10ft in height?). Whichever happens so, I am a poor Filipino enthusiast with my alacrity blocked by some huge brick wall which relatively pushed my curiosity over the Western Side. For someone as grade concious as me, this is a big thing for I am leaning over to one end while the other is slowly sinking underground. I need some action.. and I need it soon.

But then, my commitment to hit the books was disrupted by a good, relaxing afternoon sleep. I gradually felt my eyes swooping down while reading Aralin 12 of Florante at Laura and soon enough, I found myself snuggling with some throw pillows in the Living Room. For about an hour, I was enjoying my peaceful sleep with humoungous raindrops drip-dropping-plip-plopping on our roof. And yes, that was a relaxing recreation-- it freed my mind and loosened up the tight ropes of pressure building up upon me as I was left with eight chapters to read.

No again. I will not talk about the tests. But yes, let me get you in some little secret: sugar overload. (I will leave you to find out about it. Unclear?? That's the point.)

As soon as the bell rang signaling the end of the last test, I was grateful enough and wanted to open up a bottle of champaigne and say cheers to everyone-- everyone who survived the tormenting tests. Likewise, it was made impossible by my illegal age, and for a school run by a nun, I don't think so. In other words, it was a big NO-NO. But heck, the joy of being freed from the captivity of evilish-ly designed tests was incomparable. Similarly, the bondage of late night studying was brushed off temporarily and finally, I can take a deep breath. Cheers to all of us.

The rate of time was unimaginable that it brought about the end of the first quarter. Sophomore year has three more chapters to go before I close the book and store it in memory lane-slash-shelf. Unbelievably, I think I have come to cope up with the adjustments and now that I've turned onto a whole new episode, I will keep myself the commitment of doing better and better as days go by. No promises made this time because promises are big, big words in reality and not being to fulfill them brings about depression. So, I might as well just work things out and in the end, you never know, I might have just satisfied myself with even the simplest accomplishments I achieved.

For now, cheers to all. And welcome to Chapter Two.