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Name: Esther Grace T. Batungbacal
Age: 18 years young.
Likes: Soccer, Figure-skating, Debate, Reading, and Milkshakes.
About Me: If you did it, I did it before. If you got it, I had it.
You start, I finish.

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title: Sucks to be me
date: Tuesday, September 8, 2009
time:Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Today was absolutely terrible.

It's my first day, if you know what I mean. I was caught off guard and started scouting around the classroom for the solution to the problem. I eventually fixed it, but I still felt uncomfortable.

After a few hours,t he pain started kicking in.

It was HORRIBLE! We had mass due to Mary's birthday and everytime we stood up, it was simply unbearable. The pain in my lower abdomen was excruciating and nasty. I kept wishing for it to cooperate to the desperate pleas in my head. I wanted it to stop cramping, because it was affecting everything.

After the mass, we headed back to our classrooms and I started cursing in my head. The seniors have their own building, which is probably the farthest among the other buildings. I kept complaining on why our classrooms had to be so far and all that crap.

I tried my best to sit still when classes resumed, but I just couldn't stand it. So I asked for permission to go to the clinic. As I've mentioned, the seniors' building is the farthest in the campus, so the infirmary which is located in the grade school building was freaking far. Every step was like calvary. The pain was like hell.

When I got there, they gave me medicine that didn't even help. I was contorting and writhing in pain and they eventually sent me home. I felt awful. I didn't want to miss my subjects, and I started cursing in my head again.

I wish I were a boy. IT SUCKS TO BE A WOMAN!


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