This Is My Life

Over a year since I last posted... kinda sad that my first post in a long while would be about my father passing away.

Shocking... actually not really. Dad's been sick for over 17 years. Even now we aren't 100% sure just what he died of. Dad's heart was enlarged so it had a lot of problems though they did mention kidney failure and he had bleeding in the stool which was black so he was bleeding in the stomach. When he was first diagnosed the doctors gave him 5 more years... which sorta proves how stubborn/resilient my old man was XD...still life seems so short... at least I was here when it happened... God knows how much it would have sucked if it happened in Cebu.

...I miss him already. Haven't bawled my eyes out since he flatlined in the hospital (which by the way is the most painful thing I've ever had to watch) so I'm not sure if I'm just holding it in or actually well adjusted...what ever else though, life goes on and Dad surely wouldn't be happy if I moped around.

It happened pretty quickly too...his passing I mean. that and we had him created just hours after... A bunch of stuff happened at the wake:

1 we got like fifty wreaths, seriously. notably from my friends, the companies where my aunts and uncles work (isn't t weird that the expensive one of orchids came from Childfund, a company who sends unfortunate kids to school?), PAGCOR branches and departments (with the most surprising being from the slot machines)

2 my brother threw the glass bottle of holy water at my dad's ashes... good thing the mass cards were under so they cushioned the bottle XD

3 it turns out that so many friends and relatives of mine know each other...

4 We got enough mass cards to ensure that there will be more than enough prayers being said for dad to raise him up to heaven... In fact he may overshoot it.

5 by the end of the wake we had enough juice, anlene, wam, breadstuff (from lots of different bakeries) and assorted candies and nuts to start our own sari-sari store..

6 apparently one is not allowed to attend a wake in rubbershoes... my grandma took my sisters and I to the mall and wouldn't let us leave till we picked two black pants and two white shirts to wear plus black footwear (i looked like a waiter! XD)

7 pantries are great places to hide in...

8 one of the priests kept saying "gaby" instead of my dad's name during the mass (everyone kept looking at me at the start then at my grandfather {my nickname's "gabbie" while lolo's is "gaby"})...after the mass lolo walked up to him and said "I'm still alive" and the priest replied "congratulations"....ewan ko na...

9 found out that the brother of my great-grandmother is still alive...

10 mom found this great poem in one of the mass cards:

I'm Free

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free,
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard Him call,
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I found that place at the close of the day.

If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh a kiss,
Ah yes, these things, I too, will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much,
Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up you heart and share with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free.

May my Dad rest in peace and watch over my family and me.

wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CLASSES ARE OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

problem is now I have no idea what to do with myself...after all that cramming and tests, and quizzes and stuff (and little to no sleep) I have waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too much free time... now what do I do? well... I'll be back in manila in about a week... I'll get to see my family and friends again! yay!

hello all...

Last two weeks, last two weeks...last two weeks...of hell...puro exams!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh and have recently seen the video of "birth" so am partly traumatized and currently swearing off having children.....ever

BTW: Happy birthday Mikey!

I hate this week... would have written a more stressed out entry earlier but as it was, I was busy (either studying for a quiz(zes), trying to force my brain to write then memorize a commercial presentation, and worrying about a group presentation.). Most of them are done (thank god)except for the commercial... the names were called in reverse so I was skipped. Will have to do it tom if the teacher comes (if she doesn't we get the IPA phonetic symbol test..........right..........I'm so gonna end up failing... Like I even understand that. Then again, I passed music in AA and I still can't read a score)

Oh... more disturbing news: have recently (in other words, yesterday) participated in frog/toad torture... well actually we were studying nervous responses (by having one frog pithed (meaning to stick a needle in the back of the skull and turning its brain into useless muck...or the spinal cord, whichever really) and the other uninjured and comparing their responses to the possible stimuli: touch (squeezed their toes), heat (heated a glass rod and brought it close), electric shock (we only used 9V...for the small one... the big frog needed 27V before he started twitching), chemical (we washed them afterwards anyway) and tested if they could get back up after being turned over, and if they could do it while being spun...

And we learned:

even if your brain's been mucked up you still have your reflex actions (which is why our poor pithed frog still managed to twitch... ma'am said that it was still breathing since we probably didn't destroy all of its brain) but if your spinal cord is busted so are you.

if you tie a rope around a frog's waist (or above its pelvis) and spin him around on the floor he can still get up. Will do so repeatedly.

my shy violet of a classmate is rather sadistic or morbidly curious as she was happily shocking our frog/s

my classmates are very, very evil, they dissected the pithed frogs (good point everything inside was still soft and beating bad point since only the brain was pithed it could probably still feel everything...) then proceeded to play doctor by administering shock treatment directly to the poor frog's still beating heart ("clear! clear!")... completely missing the point that you shock because the heart has STOPPED beating.

those shows that depict a person twitching so rapidly it's like he's vibrating while being shocked are actually quite accurate... the applied the electricity to the frog's feet and they moved so quickly it was like watching a hummingbird's wings in motion.

okay...I'm probably distrubling anybody who is reading this...I guess I better stop.

ps. our zool teacher thinks our grades are just pathetic so she's giving us another exam tomorrow (we don't actually have a meeting then) so we can pull them up and the finals will only cover 1 experiment...

I saw this online when I was searching for something to amuse me... thought I'd share:

The prayer said before finals

Now I Lay Me
Down to Study,
I Pray the Lord I
Won't Go Nutty.

If I Should Fail to
Learn this Junk,
I Pray the Lord
I Will Not Flunk.

But If I Do,
Don't Pity Me at All,
Just Lay My Bones
In the Study Hall.

Tell My Prof
I Did My Best,
Then Pile My
Books upon My Chest.

Now I Lay Me
Down to Rest,
And Pray I'll Pass
Tomorrow's Test.

If I Should Die Before I Wake,
That's One less Test I'll Have to Take.

...kinda funny just how accurate this is... except I have no study hall... library would do I guess

I hate moving exams... they're so confusing... plus the time limit puts a lot of pressure...

Since I'm too lazy to write long posts I'll just make a list of things that has happened to me recently:

1. mom came over last weekend
-good since i missed her...bad cause seeing her reminds me of everybody that i haven't seen since christmas break or worse since my birthday
-another good point: she brings chocolates...so my sweet tooth is overjoyed...
-she visited cambodia recently and gave me a couple of souvenirs: a bag (which I now use for school) and a silver bookmarker...cool... can go into my collection

2. It's exam week...and has been so for a while...actually since this is prefinal nobody seems to be following an exact schedule...we still have a dance test tomorrow and we've got 7 activities to pass and the first half of our prefi by next tuesday for our computer science

3. my adviser is never around so I can't get my midterm grade...i've seen them though... they're pinned to the board by his desk, i just can't get them...

4. our Religion teacher has flipped. no actually just got fed up and pissed off at the rest of us... which resulted in several days of copying info from our books and bibles to fill out "quizzes" that sir made us do and finally a LONG talk yesterday...which just proves something i've been wonder about for awhile... i cannot go a whole year without one of my teachers losing it. I'm not even the one who does it..

Had one of the worst moments of my life last thursday... funny considering I started it thinking I'd be able to take it easy (after having some test or the other on each of the last three days) so I was pretty up beat as I walked down the corridor to the classroom. The first sign I got that told me something was wrong was the sight of two of my classmates sitting outside the room...browsing over some papers and notebooks. AKA studying. For what I had absolutely no idea.

Asked them if there was a test.

Reply: yes. For botany (our first subject). its our pre-final exam.

My mental response: oh shit.

Ran into the room, grabbed my notes and crammed like crazy. only had 20 min.

Problem: test covered portions of cellular respiration. As in the names of the emzymes and other processes. Wheeeeeeeeeee

The actual test was okay...I mean I knew more than half (and the rest were guesses...I believe I invented a bunch of things for the identification portions...though) but all the questions about glycolysis were dealt with the previously mentioned methods...bother...

Okay, this is a couple of days late but then who cares? (or even expects me to update anymore?) My valentines was pretty annoying... not the stalker or random person giving me chocolates/flowers or anything...

on the day of hearts I was studying one... a frog's that is. And the rest of those tubes that connect to it. oh and I got his blood all over his open body and my gloves from all those arteries, arterioles, capillaries, venules and veins that I accidentally cut. (don't blame me... they're small and everywhere...newly dead critter too so the stuff just flowed.) Ain't that great? Makes you feel sappy doesn't it? Great part was that the next period was lunch... oh joy...

...on a side note... it's not like that sort of thing affects me... we (the first yearts) may be doing frogs but the second years are doing cats... yup furry felines (well actually they're not furry anymore cause they got skinned...apparently cats are white under their fur) and their specimens are put in a large styrofoam crate (think big enough for like 3-4 people to fit in... personal space not considered) full of formaline. And there's a tub in our botany lab as well as our zoology lab... so I spend three hours a day for 4 days a week near a huge container full of eye stinging liquid (with a smell to make you barf) and at least 20 dead kitties... yay...

...okay got off track...back to valentines... our english 2 and 3 gave great news... no class on friday! but our last class psych had our mr. mario portugal jr. our sadistic, jaded, cynical teacher. He starts the meeting by announcing that he hated the holiday and went on a 5 minute rant about how americanized it is, what holidays we did enjoy (I had to resist pointing out the way we do a lot of holidays, even christmas and holloween, is very americanized) then told us to fill up a yellow pad (back to back) with a diary like entry of what we felt. About that day. after we finished he says something about how he found writing as a way to release stress... then why did he make us write? weirdo...

then again he's the same teacher who yelled: "SIT DOWN! I KNOW CLASS IS OVER BUT I HAVEN'T DISMISSED YOU YET! I KNOW YOU HATE ME ANB I HATE YOU! I ASSURE YOU THE FEELINGS MUTUAL! NOW SIT DOWN!" (may have gotten part of the wording wrong but the essense is there... what a nice guy huh?)

as for today's psych meeting (it was our only class of the day seeing as both eng2 and eng3 had no meetings) and out of the 40 odd students... only 10 came... and only four freshmen from the marine bio and bio dept. (everyone else boycotted...amazing...no one likes our teacher! they were even planning it pa the day before...) this sorta reminds me of what happened after our retreat... except our teacher actually taught. and gave a quiz...ah well.. sem's almost over.. hopefully i will never see him again.

two weeks till sem break... god I hope I last. We've been assigned a paper for our final exam in mar bio lab and its about a topic proposal complete with background info and methodology. great...

hello again to the world

Just writing this for the heck of it since nothing remotely exciting/intersting happened other than some random weird events...

-like my trig teacher saying she needed to speak to me (got no idea why)...
-our marine bio teacher telling a guidance counselor that a lot of green jokes got told in his class (by him no less)
-my realization that out of our four male teachers 3 of them are fond of making sexual comments/discussions
-we played "bring me" in cwts class
-When sir asked for a watch that didn't work Toffee (actually his name is christopher but for some odd reason he gets called toffee by nearly everyone... even the guys call him that) got up, stood on a chair and took down the wall clock hanging above the black board (yeah it wasn't working) and handed that it... he got a lollipop
-at the end of the game sir gave the last piece of big bang to the student who first comes to his mind...and that was me (just plain creepy for me really)
-oh yeah, going bald here (and no this is not a joke... I have bald patches on my cranium... threw my mom into a panic when she heard about it... reasoning for increasing hair loss is apparently either a)stress, b)lack of sleep or c) use of strong shampoo...personally I think it's c since I've been stressed and living with very little sleep almost all my life but who knows?)

We're having prefinals and more presentations (i swear that's all we do in history) next week so it's gonna be a pain but at least it means the sem's almost over. Oh and midterm grades are coming out... yeah, they wait a quater of a term before giving things out... I wonder when we'll receive our final grades?

Hey again...

In sex ed-I mean History- we're going over the influence of the spanish over the filipinos and their early education. We all know that they never really thaught us spanish so we don't speak it well at all.

To elucinate (I blame aristocats "everybody wants to be a cat" song for that word) he told us the story of a filipino student who had gone into a bakeshop in spain and spotted some mamon-shaped buns. He asked the sales clerk how much the mamon was and she turned her back on him. He asked again and she ignored him. after he asked a third time she yelled at him and turned her back again. By that time the manager came out and the student found out that "mamon" in spanish refers to big breasts...and the lady he had been talking too had been quite buxom...ah life...

Sir em-em had a bit more normal bits of wisdom to share with us...

1) if you cannot commit yourself to something higher than your own ego then your life will be boring (and you will probably want to die before you're thirty)

2)we learn more through the mistakes that we make then what we get right.

Hi

It's been a while since I posted... school and all. More like everyday homework, bother. I just have to keep telling myself that it's only for one more month and a half... but it seems so far away!

So far my biggest worries are a) kaye, since she's not doing too well in school and b)my grades since I believe my midterm grade will be below 1.7

mom's not helping. when I mentioned that I may be 1.7 was the highest I mostly likely could hope for she was.. appalled to say the least. She'd like it much higher... considering one of my grades is 2.1 and I'm not doing that well in Hist plus our english teacher is just weird...I doubt things will go as she likes... ah well... kinda early to be disappointing my parent.

Finally had CWTS again and I'm not entirely sure I was happy to see mr. "I-hug-myself-in-front-of-the-mirror-and-tell-myself-"I-love-you"" but today wasn't too bad. I learned a lesson: when the teacher asks you to draw something, it's best not to do it on intermediate pad and only in pencil. Better marks..hehehe

oh and he had us do a warm-up dance/song to wake us up considering how enthusiastic and involved we were in class. It went like this:

banana, banana, banana whoop!
peel banana
peel, peel, banana
chop banana,
chop, chop banana
eat banana
eat, eat banana
smash banana
smash, smash banana
banana, banana, banana whoop!
wala na

dancing moves were something like the macarena (complete with swinging hips) watching our teacher dance was both funny and a litle distrubing. (the song also made me think about ana...hehehe I wonder if she would have found the song amusing...)

Kaye shared one of her most recent dreams to me since apparently, I co-stared in it. In her dream the two of us were at the beach... and she was covered in leeches. Yes, the blood-sucking type, and I was helping her pull them off. Ironically we were down to the last two leeches before I realized that I had a lighter in my pocket (don't ask) and I tried it on one of the remaining invertebraes and it went poof. Then I just yanked off the last one...go figure. In her dream I was really sadistic (cause I squished the leeches or stretched them) while she was realy pragmatic (when she found herself covered in blood-sucking leeches all she said was, "can you help me get them off?")

Strangest dream I've ever been a part off...other than katchie's where in I'm one of the people who fall off the auditorium's roof.

Finally! Our practices are over! The Foundation Week (in which we celebrated the intrams) ended with the PE Festival where all the dancing was done. There were many from different parts of the Phil but also from different countries across the globe(like japan...I wish I was part of that group *they get a kimono-like outfit and a parasol).

Our dance was called estudyantina (and I only found it out when the announcer gave the intro to the guests...heheheh) and our costume was maria clara style, with a floor-length skirt, loose blouse and a panuelo (oh and we waved our student manual around with ribbons streaming from it...). The outfit looks nice, makes us look like our grandmothers and is really hot. literally. oh and it trails in the mud. Fun. (though some part of me found it amusing to twirl around holding the edge of the skirt high... though it kinda makes you dizzy after a while. go figure)

other news: my second cousin, Liam, turned 3 today.

It's been a while... since i posted... nothing much has been happening on a single day so I didn't bother putting it up. that and I had a project to finish. I just passed it in today in fact.

Thursday was my last update. On friday we had PE practice, about which I will not bother you with details. For English we just checked more exercises. He has not returned our "test"; he hasn't returned anything actually. Am still wondering where he's basing our grades on considering he has to pass them next monday.

In ReEd I have learned that it pays to know the name of your teacher. Yes, many of my classmates do not know her name (It's not that vital though; I still don't know the name of my chem lect. and chem lab teachers and our bio 14 teacher's real name; we call him tootsie... it's what everyone calls him). the knowledge of knowing who it is you stare at for 3 hours a week is useful cause she asks you what her name is during the exam as a bonus item. 5 points. If she didn't have the same (last) name as the city I live in now I probably would have forgotten (mandaue= mandawe). that and her first name's similar to our trig teacher who loves making us pass in activity sheets that require her name on it (Mary lou = marilou). and I remembered her middle inital cause when she introduced herself she said something like 3 M's (M, M and M) and I sorta though of M & M's... what? I'm a chocoholic. I ended up with a 1.1 for the test thanks to that and my midterm grade totalled to 1.4. pretty good actually considering how unreligious I am.

Saturday was a pain in the ass. mostly cause PE lasted from 7:30 to 1:30. we didn't practice continuously since it was general rehersal for the whole show (all the different PE presentations came); the did a run through of all the presentations. Then had separate practices. after lunch I took an exam for qualification in a statistics competition. I had no idea what I was doing. seriously. Some questions I just guessed at. even forgot what mean, median and mode were. had to ask the teacher. that just shows how much I remember from second year.

Sunday was spent doing the history genealogy project. Monday went to school to watch the opening of the intrams. was 1/2 an hour early and the gym was already packed so full. I think i almost developed claustro there, being pressed so close by people. couldn't see a thing untill i emulated what some of the guys were doing: climb up the side of the riser and cling to the metal guardrail while perched on 3 inches of concrete. for 2 and a 1/2 hours while they did the flag ceremony, judging of ms. USC and 9 dance performances. I believe I stepped on the shoulders of two guys while i was figetting. Interestingly enough, both were white shirts... well one was pure while while the other was green with white sleeves. left dirt marks them both. oops. I hope they can forgive me.

Intrams this week. no one checking attendance. No plans of going to school (except for when ms coscos demands we polish our performance)...*spies list of homework assigned by the teachers*...*damn*

Teacher in question being sir Ruby...he had us pass in our 3-piece homework and happily informed us (with a big smile and everything) that we had 30 minutes to practice our song...after which we would perform. Only 2 groups were anywhere close to ready. Wasn't one of them.

Heck we had nothing...emphasis on nothing. so of course we did the normal student response: panic and cram. After 40 minutes of frantic scribbling, muttering songs and singing phrases our teacher proclaimed that the time was up. His next announcement was "you will perform the tuesday after next!"

I almost died of relief. wasn't that something? He did it to make/force us to create at least a draft of something so that when the actual performance time came around we would actually have something presentable. Clever guy, sir Ruby, I just don't know what to make of him...

oh and thanks much to bernie and bon for replying. It cheered me up... sorry talaga, especially if that entry disturbed anybody. it's just that I mess up more than enough on my own, and it gets me that I'm reaping errors for technicalities... as well. Mom really does have her heart set on her little girl following her footsteps (being an alumni, cum laude no less)...the more immediate goal being getting on the dean's list (1.7's the cut-off). When she came here for a visit (see previous entry...forgot which one... eheheh) she made it sound inconceivable (blasphemous even) for me to withdraw even one subject (which would render me ineligible with regards to the list)... mothers... go figure...which is why i don't tell her my grades (I don't even tell my aunts cause if I do everybody in the family will know and you guys know how much i dislike people poking their noses into my business), I tell dad... speaking of which... I got my trig and alg grades... 1.1 and 1.3 respectively (please nobody kill me)...thank god for bonus points right?

I'm good in math...some would call it my forte...but apparently I suck at following directions.

To explain my rather bitter, self-depreciating mood I'd like to share that I lost 4 points in a long quiz and 6 in our midterm because I did not follow the instructions...which brought my grade down significantly...in an twisted sense all the points were lost in the true/false portion of the tests...

first because I forgot to write the word "false" along with the correction of what was underlined and in the midterm, I didn't rewrite the whole statement (complete with corrections) i just put the corrections.

I've got nobody else to blame but myself; I can be childish and say that my teacher should have made the instructions clearer, should have put appropriate spaces/blanks for the answer/s or should have placed a sample q and a so we'd have a format to follow but that's not true at all. Others got it; I should have too.

I feel really angry with myself considering how "superior" I felt since the lessons were so easy I was normally bored. Makes me want to eat my previous words/entries... some math genius I am; both exams (the LE and midterm) are equal to 1.7 which is about 88-89 according to the AA grading system...so yeah, I feel rather bad...when in Highschool have I gotten below 90 in math? wheeeeee.... look at me now...God. I really have to get my grades up...I so do not want to listen to my mom's...concerned exclamations if she finds out about my grades...

In case anybody's wondering...that was for algebra...the simple stuff... at least compared to trig...so why the heck am I doing so much better in the latter?

Our beloved sir Ruby (actually his name's Rubia...) has dumped on us 3 assignments, all requiring research plus a group work of composing a song seting it to music and presenting it to class... all due this thursday... He's mentioned a book we can use...its in the main campus...which is at least 30 minutes away (I study in the Talamban Campus...) and the library closes at 8 (I get off at 6:30 on wed)...great. thanks sir.

God my life sucks...

Today was a pretty good day, all things considered (wow, what nice words! I hope I can say them often!)

In marine bio we got our midterm papers back, both for lect and lab... and out of 153 questions (multiple choice, thankfully) I got...135! yay! but for the moving exam in lab I got 32...:( so my overall midterm grade (which sorta equals one quarter in AA terms) for the lecture is 1.7 (I don't know if it's a good thing or not but I'm the highest in my class.. of 17... and passing is 3.0) and 2.1 for lab (obviously not the highest... especially since sir has asked me to improve my drawings for the past two exercises... my only saving grace for lab is my reaction papers since sir grades them by the use of proper english)... not too bad i suppose... Now we're presenting thesis papers... thankfully not our own, someone else's... we're doing this for practice (and grades of course). I'm on in october so I don't have anything to worry about... well at least I don't have to till september.

PE, well we didn't go to our proper places right after dressing up and ms got mad at us so she left for a good 20 min (as much as I'd like to put the blame on her, it was really our fault since we were told to do so but I guess we all forgot... at least I did... usually i wait for there to be a few people already on the floor before I park my rear)... then was the guilt trip and sermon (which included herself as an example of discipline)... and our first zero for a day's performance. (one class already has three!)

Chem lecture we had our exam, which didn't actually consume a lot of time but thinking back I'm a 100% sure I messed up at least 1-2 points... the other points are debatable.

My partner was gone again for lab (though she was there for mar bio and the test) she went to attend the trial of her boyfriend's shooter (don't worry the hubbie's alive though he's got scars on his face, near his right eye... two pellets struck... he was partially blind for around three months) so I did the experiment alone...I'm getting worried for my friend... she's accumulated 6 absences and 7's the limit... missed 4 experiments, 1 quiz and 1 long quiz. and still not worried (but that's her nature)...oh and speaking of lab... my midterm grade: 1.3! (yay!) that should help my average. and even better news: no lab on wed (heck no class past 1:30 since the teachers have an assembly then at another campus)...

even better today: no sir em-em!(english) and when we went upstairs there was a sign stating that there was no reed (but it did say that she'd meet us on wed... so we're not sure what to make of that)... got home early... fell asleep for 1/2 an hour...ehhehehehe must study for more exams!

PE in the heat of midday is harsh...PE while the wind's blowing like mad and rain comes in short bursts and drizzles (and thus turning the beaten field into muck)is worse... and that was today's conditions.... whee... and one position required us to kneel... still better than the boys... one dance number had to lie on the ground...and ms. got mad at them when they moved about trying not to get too dirty... thankfully our session ended after only 2 and a 1/2 hours...I even got to stroll through BTC (Banilad Town Center) which was nearby... it's not really a mall, more like a collection of shops... but it was something to look at.

When I got home there was a surprise: my two cousins, Hope and Faith (actually we called her Therese) were in the house and intended to stay over...wheeeee... little children...oh and phone call from my mum...

Today we had PE in the morning again but thankfully we didn't extend past 12 (though that was overtime already...PE is only supposed to be 1 hour not 1 and a 1/2) but in exchange we'll be in school by seven...so I gotta wake up at 4:30 tomorrow (since I've got to allot an hour for travel and what not and other our and a 1/2 there for me to wake up, eat and bathe and put my stuff together (not neccessarily in that order))...on a saturday... yippe.

Ah well, at least I got to go home again after PE...even got to call my dad. wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! I miss him so much...Mom not so much since I saw her last week and my sibs... a little already...and of course I miss all my friends soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo badly!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wah!!! I need someone to talk too.... (anyone wanna go over to my home in pasig? calling from there to here is only P10 since they enrolled in some PLDT promo...)

But the main thing about today was the English midterm exam. I'm not sure if sir's just lazy or inventive...our exam was...find twenty errors (or more) in your recent essay! Yup! he made us check our own papers! If you found twenty daw you get 1.0 for that part (it gets graded twice) and I guess he deducts if he finds more errors...he says that statistically people always make that many on their first try...I guess he's trying to tell us to edit our work before passing...I found quite a few but i had to stretch to make twenty...I don't know if that says that I'm just that good or I'm in denial and pyschologically blocking myself from finding evidence of my ineptitude. whichever...I'll find out when he gives the papers back. Kaye told me that his midterm exam for them (she's taking lit 1) was a take home exam so I can deduce that this is normal (?) for him. ah well...