astro boy fights against TIME!

10:30 am
i woke up from sleep.
from the moment i woke up,
all i kept on thinking about were my grades...
oh shit, my course cards are to be given today.
i took a bath,
ate my breakfast,
chose the clothes that i would be wearin',
arranegd my hair,
wore my shoes and wore my shades.
atleast i would look good even if i know that
the today would be hell for me.
i rode the jeepney on the way to school.
i was atleast relieved that i had my bestfriend peter accompanying me.
from the house proper...to the frontgates of la salle...
alli was thinking about were my grades.
a lot of decisions are to be made once i got hold of those
seven cursed course cards!
i first went to get my very first course card.
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DESTINATION: hrdo
i first got my course card in NSTP-C2...
i just got a 3.0!
it was unfair on my part coz there are "free riders" who got a higher grade than me.
tell me, how would ou feel if...
first:
you were absent in class for two days just to finish the term end report ALL BY YOURSELF!
second:
you were to bring for two successive meetings,a big subwoofer and 2 speakers, while your other blockmates re just bringing themselves.
third:
you were to conceptualize the whole project and work on the work plan ALL BY YOURSELF!
fourth:
to make the design to be given out as flyers for the auditions ALL BY YOURSELF!
fifth:
plan all the agendas for the next community visit and think of what to do ALL BY YOURSELF!
sixth:
you were to do 80% of all the work needed to be done for the project to be successful!
f**k! sh*t!
and then you get just a 3.0!
and then you ask those free riders...
joy ed: what is your grade in c2?
free rider:3.5!
joy ed: *cannot speak anymore because of anger!*
f**k! sh*t!
i really think that i deserve a much higher grade than just 3.0!
but maybe God has a reason for that.
to make those free riders realize that...
THEY DO NOT DESERVE THEIR GRADES
AND THEY SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THEMSELVES
FOR ACCEPTIN THE GRADE
THAT THEY KNOW THEY DON'T DESERVE!
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DESTINATION: history department!
haha!
it was funny how i found what my grade was in jprizal..
i wa late for the distribution so i had to look for it in the history department
coz my teacher left already...
then i saked my friend peter to look for my course card..
he asked what my section was..
i said C34...
he was unable to look for my grade...
i started panickin!
then i suddenly remember that...
my section is C43...
look how stupid one could get!
then he searched for my section,
found my course card...
and i got a 3.5!
though i was expectin a 4.0...
i'm fine with it!
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DESTINATION: CCS faculty room!
likewise, i was again late for the distribution of my
MANACON course card...
i saw the IT course card tray and i did not have a hard time looking for my grade..
i got a 1.0!
i was expectin a 2.o though ....
im fine with it!
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DESTINATION:CCS Conference Room A
compro1...
i saw ms. shirley piling up the folders of the machine projects..
i then remembered i did not submit one!
i was expectin a failing grade...
and i was not wrong..
she gave the course card to me and she said...
"sorry joy ed, i cannot help you anymore."
and with ms.shirley sayin that...
i left the room blaming myself for what happened.
damned for good!
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DESTINATION:yuchenco 404
we waited for almost an hour to know that our teacher...
just left our course cards in her p-hole!
damn, one hour of waiting!
waiting for nothing!
well atleast i was so happy to see my course card coz...
guess what?
my encomp2 grade...
i got a 4.o!
perfect, just as what i wanted it to be!
thanks mam sterling plata!
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well i did not bother to get my course cards in anmath1 and maccoms...
coz i know that i failed.
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ill just be blamin maself again for constantly failing...
failing my grades...
failing my mom's hopes...
failing my own expectations...