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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.
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title: Epic fail
date: Monday, February 15, 2010
time:Monday, February 15, 2010
I woke up at 7:15 this morning and I was panicking because I was really really late for school. I guess I overslept and I forgot to set my alarm and everything.

So I got ready in complete turbo mode, running around, trying to put on my uniform and eat breakfast at the same time. Believe it or not, I was ready 15 minutes later. Then I realized it didn't matter, because I was already late as it is.

I got in the car and I was prepared to receive a tardy slip from the beadle. I kept praying for a miracle, because for one thing, I wasn't looking forward to go to school.

First of all, today is a Monday, so we have P.E. and French. P.E.'s not so bad, except for the fact that we have to learn all sorts of foreign dances, like the Irish dance which makes you jump and gallop at the same time. In French, however, we have to learn certain conjugations that are quite tricky, and frankly, nobody understands the lesson. So yeah, I really hate Mondays.

So anyway, school is just 5-10 minutes away. When we got to the entrance, the main gate was closed and there was a guard sitting outside.

Guard: Can I help you?
Me: Uh.. Yeah, could you please tell me why the gate is closed?
Guard: Why are you even here? No classes today.
Me: *Silence*
Guard: Um, hello?
Me: Are you serious?
Guard: *Looks stunned*
Me: Okay, I get it. Thank you!

Now that's what I call an EPIC FAIL. How embarrassing! Turns out, we had the day off since we had our school fair last weekend. That's what I got for not paying attention in school. My dad couldn't stop laughing at me, and I felt sooo silly!


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