I could've got in the Top 10. The Top fricken 10. I know I could. I could've back in junior year, but another thing got in the way. This time, when I know for a fact that I really could, another UBER stupid thing got in the way. the only difference is this time, it's such a stupid stupid stupid thing that I want to bang my head against the wall and constantly blame myself. See, I have this first-period sickness. Malas na lang ng subject na matatapat sa first period, cause almost always, it's either I'll be late or I won't be present at all. FRIG. All my effort gone to waste. WHAT THE HELL. It's TLE. TLfrickenE. Mrs. Salvador loves me off. I recite. I do everything. Why the hell didn't she just give me a fricken 80? She didn't have to give me a fricken line of 7 to push me to start going to school early. FRIG. It pains me to think about it. All my fucking effort gone to waste.
FRIG. Doesn't she understand what the hell she's done now? I should effing rub my report card on her face so she'll realize how much of an asshole she's been. LET HER LOOK AT IT CLOSELY. She's the only teacher who gave me a fricken line of 7. She should see all the line of 9s and 8s beside her below mediocre 76. WTF? I have never been given that kind of grade in my entire life.
Watch. I'm gonna do better. I'll make her feel like crap for putting that kind of grade in my report card. I'll make her feel like crap for taking away that one thing that only needed one measly step for me to reach. I could've been in the Top 10. THINK ABOUT IT. Tito would've been so damn proud of me. And it'd look so damn good on my records once I get into college. HOLY CRAP. I FRICKEN HATE HER GUTS RIGHT NOW.
STOP IT. These "I could have"s can't do anything about MY mistake. But still. She should've at least gave me a chance. She even told Tita that my grade is supposed to be 88, but because of my lates and absences, she deducted 12 points? WTF? ANLABO AMF. An 80 would've been fine. I worked hard din naman ah? WTF right? UGH. I fricken cried in front of her while she was talking to Tita. And she had the guts to say "I hope you're not mad at me."? WTF??? THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU DID. You frigging hope I'm not mad at you? ARE YOU FRICKEN STUPID OR WHAT? Who wouldn't be mad? I now LOATHE your guts. You just HAD to ruin EVERY FRICKEN THING I worked hard on because of ONE stupid grade. I HOPE YOU DROP DEAD RIGHT FRICKEN NOW.
UGH. That 76 looks so fucking ugly on my report card.
ANYWAY. Thinking about that stupid crap is just making me hate her more. How many times have I cried because of that. CRYING WON'T DO ANYTHING anyway. I guess I just have to prove myself. I'm gonna pull that effing 76 up to the 88 I was supposed to get.
We finished learning the steps to Buttons already. Grabe. We looked like... uhm... whatcha-call-those-dancers. LOL. Pero I guess it's fine. We were joking around pa nga that after we dance that, the teachers would probably expel us or something. LOL. But whatevs. UGH. I probably looked like an idiot dancing to that. I CAN NOT DANCE. Haha. Oh well.
CHEERING PRACTICE ON MONDAY! I'm so fricken EXCITED. 2nd year in a row as champions perhaps? Let's see :).
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