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Name: Esther Grace T. Batungbacal
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title: A not-so-happy Thursday
date: Wednesday, August 25, 2010
time:Wednesday, August 25, 2010
I stayed up all night trying to finish my English major paper, so I was exhausted after that. When I woke up this morning, I realized that I was gonna be late for school because my clock had malfunctions. So I had to rush and fifteen minutes later, I was on my way to school.

I was 30 minutes late for Algebra, and I was super tired that I had a hard time staying up. My eyes were red and burning, and I couldn't wear my contacts because my eyes were so dry. After that, we computed for my raw grade and turns out, to maintain a 3.0, I had to get an 88% in the final exam. Why 88%? Because my grade in the last quiz was really really really low due to carelessness and confusion with the signs.

Because of all the stress and pressure, I rarely have time to relax and slack. I don't even get to hang out with my blockmates anymore. Either I'm rushing to the library or cramming extra-credit stuff. First term is almost over, and most of my blockmates are bonded already. I can't help but feel left out, and I'm not really sure who to hang out with.

During my spare time, I feel bad because I'm missing out and I don't have enough time to cultivate friendships with my classmates. But because of all the pressure, I am forced to shut down my social life and worry about my grades.

I wish I were more smart, more clever, and more diligent. I have a classmate who is so good at everything, and she hardly ever studies. She's both inclined academically and extra-curricularly, if there's such word. It comes natural to her, and I can't help but wish that I were smarter too.

In DLSU, we have no classes on Friday so we celebrate this thing called "Happy Thursday". Usually, people use this day to go out or drink or party to unwind from the week's worth of stress. Unfortunately for me, I spend my Thursdays hitting the books or sleeping. LOL I am such a loser.

Today's been terrible, and well, it's not really a "Happy Thursday" for me. I need a miracle. I need a break. Buzz kill.


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