My day went off to a terrible start. The incessant knocking on my door was just unbearable, and finally my mom threw the door open. I instantly woke up. She got mad because it was already past 8am, and she wanted me to get up already so I could eat breakfast. I could tell that this day wasn't going to be very good.

After eating, I told my mom that I was going to meet Michie for lunch. We were planning to eat somewhere across Ateneo. I miss Michie, and I haven't seen her for the longest time. My mom apparently said no. Then she went off ranting about her schedule and work. I wanted to snap at her, but I held back. Unfortunately, my dad happened to be listening, and he added A LOT. He was on my mom's side (given) so I felt irked. I cancelled my plans with Michie.

I decided to take a shower to cool off, after I texted Michie. As I was getting ready, I noticed that I was running late so I decided to speed up a little bit. I rushed and was not able to get ready properly. My hair looked flat and lifeless (I'd kill for wavy hair) and my clothes were not really impressive. Oh yes, it's one of those bad hair days.

I finally reached my class, a few minutes late. Luckily, Joaquin saved me a seat up front. I was determined to focus, so I had to change my perspective. I had to excel. After all, it's all a matter of attitude. We started discussing General Science. Okay, I'm not very keen on Science. It's not my favorite subject, but dauntlessness held me in place.

The teacher spoke rapidly, and I had a hard time catching up. So I asked Joaquin a few questions, and he REFUSED to answer me seriously. He thought I was just fooling around, but I really didn't understand the lecture. Joaquin started laughing-- and he didn't stop. So in annoyance, I turned to face the other side. I did my best to ignore him completely. I was beginning to feel aggravated for the third time that day.

To make matters worse, we had a test after-- and I scored low. I instinctively began to blame people, and myself. I felt irascible. After class, Joaquin walked me to my car. We had a slight argument: he wanted to walk faster because it started to drizzle, but I had to walk slowly because the path was rather rocky, and I was carrying so much books and notebooks, plus I have shorter legs so I couldn't keep up with his notorious pace.

In the car, my mom and I had a small quarrel about independence. I told her politely that I was already 17, and that she should start trusting me more, especially in terms of commuting and walking on the over-pass in Katipunan. I suggested that if I start commuting now, it would help me prepare for daily commuting once I begin my college life. She immediately said no, and I felt my tongue lashing out in defense. It increased the tension. To be honest, I find my parents overprotective. I know it's their duty, and that they do it out of love, but sometimes I think it's too much.

That's how my day went. From bad to worse. I cooled off after watching American Idol (Go Adam Lambert!) and I hope tomorrow would start off pleasant. I don't really like feeling grumpy. It's not my cup of tea. Anyway, I'm about to eat dinner so I have to go. Oh and I better apologize to my mom and Joaquin. Resolving a conflict is the difficult part, especially when you're the one who has to say 'I'm sorry'.

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