Good evening there, oh lurvely (bring on that British accent) people of Tumblr. If you’re reading this sentence right now, I hope you’re aware that you’re about to read something related to this weird, awkward girl. She had a mediocre day, and is about to go on full machine gun mode, with scattered words as bullets. And if you’re still reading this sentence, goodluck.
Bwahaha.
I went to school early (yeah boom!), went inside my classroom and finally sat on my chair. I stared at the half empty room and I’m currently realizing that this sentence sounds like a feature article. So, let’s go divert towards something else.
Like I said, I sat on my chair and waited for my other classmates to come. Blah. They came pouring in and my teacher went in, too and BAM we had Algebra. For Algebra, we answered something I understood the day before but then was completely forgotten when my teacher was explaining the equation. And till this time, I regretted not multiplying (c - d) by negative one. Bah.
After my sober experience with Algebra, we had an hour break and so,with nothing else to do, my insane classmates did the absolute thinkable: they passed a yarn of thread around the classroom, creating a spy-like-thing-where-the-spy-does-some-gymnastic-stuff-and-that-spy-thing-is-like-a-red-laser-thingy. You know, that stuff in action movies where they protect something, and there’s this “invisible” protection of laser beams that when you touch them, the alarms go off? Yeah, that stuff. Except we made something similar to that. And it was visible. We used a brown. Yarn. Absolutely. Visible. Yeah.
After that, we had Research. I passed my four page Review of Related Literature then sat back on my seat. Then, we had English, answered a quiz about two guys named Rama and Lakshmana, then we had an Earthquake drill. And then, we answered something in Biology (something about this stupid topic called cellular respiration). Then I went to my mother’s office for lunch.
Went back to school, had Geometry, checked our quiz papers and I got a poor score of 23/30. THEN, the most exciting part of my day:
ESSAY WRITING CONTEST
Woohoo! Finally, a writing contest. I am, in no way, a good writer. I write for my own satisfaction and delight. Fortunately, this hobby of mine paid off and I’m now part of the staff of the school paper. BUT being part of the staff is not really as exciting as being as the main writer.
Here’s an excerpt of what I wrote:
The essential Filipino man speaks with the truth, plus a touch of reality in the mix. He simply doesn’t speak of ways he isn’t familiar with and he too, doesn’t speak of ways in which would be used against his advantage. He’d have his eyes completely locked on target with aspects that would benefit him. And yet, a thousand of lost coins and emptied pockets later; he’d still be the same penniless little man of kayumanggi; still walking up and down the busy streets of Makati, his back hunched against the weight of his load. And yes dear reader, this is perfect of an image of what we are today.