I woke up rather early this morning, due to anxiety and nervousness. Review classes started yesterday, so I have the obligation to wake up at exactly 7am to get to class on time. The purpose of enrolling in a review class is to earn the assurance of getting into a good university, due to the endless series of tests and discussions provided.

So on the first day (which was yesterday), we had a quick registration and briefing, and the proper lessons began. I didn't think it would be difficult, since you're just going to be reviewing topics you've learned from the first year of high school.

So the proctor handed out a summative math test, and we began to answer it. I was met with certain challenging numbers, and I had to really think hard to remember the procedure. It was extremely mind-boggling, and expectorate. I spaced out most of the time, and left most items blank. I was under time pressure. Finally, we had to stop solving and wait for the results. When I saw my score, I felt a wave of disappointment. The grade was beyond low, and I was absolutely crushed.

I am very grateful that it was just a practice exam, and not the actual thing itself. Otherwise, I probably would've flunked all the entrance exams. I have dreams of getting into the better universities, such as Ateneo De Manila or UP. When I was a little girl, I wanted to go beyond. Probably one of the Ivy League schools abroad, preferrably Harvard or Oxford.