Last week, I wasn't able to get down on Friday unlike Rebecca Black in her 'song'Friday that became viral through the internet. (I have to admit that the song that reeks of auto-tune made my ears bleed. I'd rather listen to this instead.) Anyway, throughout the week, I was so busy in school. It is in this time of the school year where I am at my busiest. There are so many school activities I needed to prepare for, such as chorale practice and of course, the much-awaited Cheering Competition which will be held on Friday, October 21. Throughout the week, I never went home early. I had to go overtime everyday and on my way home, I always get to see the sky as it changes its color from a bright cerulean to a dark indigo. By the time I get home, it's almost always nighttime already.
To add to that, it is also in this week and in the next that the exams and home works would pile up. Since I am also an A-student, I have to juggle so many things to keep my life balanced. I don't mean to brag since I just ranked 11th among everyone in my year level. Too bad I was just 0.1 short on grade units (general average) before I can get into a tie with the tenth highest grader. The worst part is that I just realized that I need to catch up with my math grades after I have already fucked up three quizzes. I've always had a hard time with functions, but I refuse to ask for help. I just feel embarrassed whenever I would have to ask my smarter classmates for help, as if a big chunk of me just died inside. In my school, the top forty students are usually grouped into one class, and I am in that class where at the same time, I felt like an idiot and a genius. But for this part, I just felt like an idiot whenever I had to do that because it's usually me who would help my friend (who isn't my classmate) understand math lessons. I've always had an easier time in geometry back in junior year than in calculus now that I'm a senior. Dammit. I just needed to let that out.
Saturday? Not even. Yesterday, we had to do two video projects in Math and Social Studies. Later that day, I also had to watch a play that I will have to write a reaction paper about. Because I have been feeling sick lately due to severe cough, colds, and sore throat, I needed to rest but I couldn't. The headache that accompanied my affliction didn't help either. It made me forget the most important thing I should have taken with me that day: my ticket to be able to watch the play. Even as I typed the words on this blog post, I still felt sick. I also didn't know that we had to do the project under the sun, on the football field, so my shoes and the lower portion of my pants were also soaked in mud.
My stress levels piled up so high that when I called up my mom to bring me the tickets for the play before 1:00 pm which would be the time I needed to leave school to go to the theater where the play will be held, I actually shouted at her through the phone when she kept telling me to shut up and listen to what she has to say first. Man, I ended up actually regretting what I did, but what's important is that I was able to let some steam out. I could only imagine how high my mom's stress levels would pile up because of the traffic in the streets where she (with my dad who also has anger issues at times, just like me) would have to go back and forth from home, to school, to my older sister's condo unit where they would pay her a visit every weekend, and to the theater to pick me up after the play was over.
Just like in my previous post about my little adventure, I hitched another ride with the same friend going to the theater, but I rode in her SUV, where I got to know her family. Her brother is a special child, and yet he seemed so cheerful and without a care in the world. He was just in his corner of the van listening to upbeat hip-hop/party tunes on his iPod, and he smiled at me from ear to ear and waved his arm as soon as he saw me. I thought of him as someone who was quite friendly despite his mental impairment. I definitely noticed in my friend the love she has for her brother. Whenever he would ask questions, she would answer him no matter how repetitive it was. He also looked quite good in front of the camera, better than me in fact. He sure knew how to pose in front of a camera.
We also stopped over to McDonald's before the play and ate while on the way. As I was about to hand over the money to my classmate's mom who bought the French fries for me, she just smiled at me and said that I get the fries for free. I was too shy, still, that I handed over the money again. I asked reluctantly if she was sure that she is willing to give the fries to me for free, but she was sure about it. The soda my friend ordered spilled, and I felt wet on my pants and I looked like I pissed myself, but I was fortunate enough to wear a long shirt that wasn't stained by the Coke. We were late for about ten minutes, but fortunately, the theater people still allowed us to go and watch the play about who Jose Rizal was.
When the play was over, my friend had to go right away because her parents were already there. My other friends also had to leave. I waited for quite some time that I finished up all my cell phone load when I usually don't use my phone that much. I called up my mom about every ten minutes or so and I wondered where they were. It turns out that the traffic on the way to the theater was so heavy that they were able to pick me up at around 5 in the afternoon when the play ended at 3:45 pm.
I went straight to bed as soon as I got home because I still felt sick that time and as I lay in bed, I contemplated all my experiences and sorted out the things I learned, following suit to the belief that I learn something new everyday. I now know more about special children and how carefree they are amidst the people who would judge them. I also learned more about my friend's family and more about the outside world as a senior preparing herself for college. And speaking of college, I also don't have a Sunday to myself anymore because I still have a college entrance exam to take! Wish me luck! Perhaps my life at this point really isn't mine anymore.
To add to that, it is also in this week and in the next that the exams and home works would pile up. Since I am also an A-student, I have to juggle so many things to keep my life balanced. I don't mean to brag since I just ranked 11th among everyone in my year level. Too bad I was just 0.1 short on grade units (general average) before I can get into a tie with the tenth highest grader. The worst part is that I just realized that I need to catch up with my math grades after I have already fucked up three quizzes. I've always had a hard time with functions, but I refuse to ask for help. I just feel embarrassed whenever I would have to ask my smarter classmates for help, as if a big chunk of me just died inside. In my school, the top forty students are usually grouped into one class, and I am in that class where at the same time, I felt like an idiot and a genius. But for this part, I just felt like an idiot whenever I had to do that because it's usually me who would help my friend (who isn't my classmate) understand math lessons. I've always had an easier time in geometry back in junior year than in calculus now that I'm a senior. Dammit. I just needed to let that out.
Saturday? Not even. Yesterday, we had to do two video projects in Math and Social Studies. Later that day, I also had to watch a play that I will have to write a reaction paper about. Because I have been feeling sick lately due to severe cough, colds, and sore throat, I needed to rest but I couldn't. The headache that accompanied my affliction didn't help either. It made me forget the most important thing I should have taken with me that day: my ticket to be able to watch the play. Even as I typed the words on this blog post, I still felt sick. I also didn't know that we had to do the project under the sun, on the football field, so my shoes and the lower portion of my pants were also soaked in mud.
My stress levels piled up so high that when I called up my mom to bring me the tickets for the play before 1:00 pm which would be the time I needed to leave school to go to the theater where the play will be held, I actually shouted at her through the phone when she kept telling me to shut up and listen to what she has to say first. Man, I ended up actually regretting what I did, but what's important is that I was able to let some steam out. I could only imagine how high my mom's stress levels would pile up because of the traffic in the streets where she (with my dad who also has anger issues at times, just like me) would have to go back and forth from home, to school, to my older sister's condo unit where they would pay her a visit every weekend, and to the theater to pick me up after the play was over.
Just like in my previous post about my little adventure, I hitched another ride with the same friend going to the theater, but I rode in her SUV, where I got to know her family. Her brother is a special child, and yet he seemed so cheerful and without a care in the world. He was just in his corner of the van listening to upbeat hip-hop/party tunes on his iPod, and he smiled at me from ear to ear and waved his arm as soon as he saw me. I thought of him as someone who was quite friendly despite his mental impairment. I definitely noticed in my friend the love she has for her brother. Whenever he would ask questions, she would answer him no matter how repetitive it was. He also looked quite good in front of the camera, better than me in fact. He sure knew how to pose in front of a camera.
We also stopped over to McDonald's before the play and ate while on the way. As I was about to hand over the money to my classmate's mom who bought the French fries for me, she just smiled at me and said that I get the fries for free. I was too shy, still, that I handed over the money again. I asked reluctantly if she was sure that she is willing to give the fries to me for free, but she was sure about it. The soda my friend ordered spilled, and I felt wet on my pants and I looked like I pissed myself, but I was fortunate enough to wear a long shirt that wasn't stained by the Coke. We were late for about ten minutes, but fortunately, the theater people still allowed us to go and watch the play about who Jose Rizal was.
When the play was over, my friend had to go right away because her parents were already there. My other friends also had to leave. I waited for quite some time that I finished up all my cell phone load when I usually don't use my phone that much. I called up my mom about every ten minutes or so and I wondered where they were. It turns out that the traffic on the way to the theater was so heavy that they were able to pick me up at around 5 in the afternoon when the play ended at 3:45 pm.
I went straight to bed as soon as I got home because I still felt sick that time and as I lay in bed, I contemplated all my experiences and sorted out the things I learned, following suit to the belief that I learn something new everyday. I now know more about special children and how carefree they are amidst the people who would judge them. I also learned more about my friend's family and more about the outside world as a senior preparing herself for college. And speaking of college, I also don't have a Sunday to myself anymore because I still have a college entrance exam to take! Wish me luck! Perhaps my life at this point really isn't mine anymore.