Thursday, July 24, 2008



Thursdays have been my favorite day of the week (aside from Friday) because the dismissal is quite earlier than any other day. Even though the subjects are not that appealing, the fact that we are dismissed 45mins earlier never fails to lighten up my mood no matter how burdened I seemed-- well, that was how it used to be, until today.

For the whole week, I had been so preoccupied with schoolwork that I was literally drowning in a pool of requirements and felt suffocated at that. Frankly, my nightly sleeps were toppled over by massive waves of exams and quizzes which entail a whole lot of perseverance and patience in dealing with. What used to be a relaxing 8-hour sleep, slowly turned into 6 hours, down to 4, and then eventually, 3. Well, what can you say, school just loves robbing me of my precious sleep that I actually end up taking naps-- naps which are very uncomfortable and insufficient but, being exposed to such circumstances, taking naps would be better than having no sleep at all. And, as evidence, I have an army of pimples which just seem to multiply. Euw, I know.


Whoever would say that third year was tolerable and quite smooth sailing would instantly get my praise-- I assure you that. Hands down to him/her! If you ask me, I have not experienced this much pressure, tension and stress building up all on me simultaneously. Last year, you can still get away with cramming but this year, cramming would get you somewhere else-- a place where, trust me, you would not want to be.

Time is just as precious as my dear old life. Every day, every class, every hour, every minute, down to the very second-- no, make that, down to the very millisecond-- ought not to be wasted. Taking down notes is a must and doing those unfinished homeworks during classes is a big no-no, not unless you are willing to sacrifice that sheer lecture the teacher is giving which will actually be part of next meeting's quiz. Ha, beware!

Just today, I had encountered one of the most challenging and unpleasant days of my highschool life. To start off, I garnered this not-so-satisfying grade in English and it's somehow all because of the sequencing portion. It was in an all or nothing system in which the lucky ones would get the dear 4 points and the rest will fuss over a nil. Unfortunately, I fell on the latter, even if I just interchanged two numbers. Of course, I was very much disappointed because my hopes of getting a, well, good grade could be cut off. Those four points were so valuable and I cannot manage to lose them. Deep inside, I was actually hoping for some miracle that can bring to me that big, bold four. YES, I know that I had studied well-- I even woke up at such an ungodly hour of 2 in the morning and I took English until it was time for breakfast. YES AGAIN, that was how desperate I was to get a passing mark. And, knowing that I had not performed "well" makes me feel so bad that it was pretty hard to keep my spirits up such that taking the Chemistry quiz became a very huge challenge on my part. My focus and attention were veered elsewhere and no matter how I try to condition myself, it just would not budge. I felt that I completely lost myself. (Had it not been for that ace in History, I would could have suffered from sheer depression.)

On top of these, my mind WAS factually going crazy. There meetings I had to go to, things I had to attend to and I was so absorbed by such demands that I really felt pressure building up with me as some sort of foundation.

Yes, this day was indeed crazy. But I am glad that it is over. Tomorrow establishes a new starting point and marks another page of my third-year life. Hopefully, it would be better and with any luck, I yearn to see those big bold fours making their way on my English test paper-- well, you never know.

And, Alas! So much for a bad day.