I had the longest day ever. Don't you just hate Mondays? It can be a real drag.

I love Fridays, and sometimes Wednesdays, but never Mondays (unless there are no classes). Monday is the start of the week, which means there are four more days to go 'til the weekend.

Classes have resumed, and it's back to waking up on the uncivilized hour of 5:30am. I would've slept all day if I could. I kept hitting the snooze button on my alarm clock to enjoy 10 minutes more. Unfortunately, I had to get up and drag my feet to the dining table for breakfast.

I had a delicious breakfast consisting of oatmeal mixed with Milo and a tall glass of milk. Yet I barely tasted my food. I mentioned in my previous entry that I was looking forward to go to school the next day, but the excitement pretty much disappeared. I absolutely detest Mondays.

So far, my day turned out well. Normal, in fact. But the hours dragged by. I kept staring at the wall clock, watching the seconds go by. Even my classmates weren't that enthusiastic. Most of them were sleepy.

When it was time for French, I was excited because it was the last subject-- and I got to be with my best friends since we all chose French for our elective class. I had so much fun with Camille, Chelene, and Claire.

Camille and I made plans to go to Ateneo and watch the Sibol production along with Vico and Joaquin after our review class on Saturday. I still have to ask permission though, but I can hardly wait. I just love watching musicals.

Tomorrow's Tuesday, and I hope that it would turn out well. I'm prepared for our quiz in Math, and I'm ready to report in our Research subject. I can't wait for Wednesday, because it would be our last day for the week. We don't have classes on Thursday and Friday, praise the Lord.

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