Bad Gone Good Thursday, September 16, 2010 / 7:12 AM
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This day started out bad.
I was supposed to be at school by 7 am for our play practice. I woke up at 5:30 when I usually woke up at 4. I was still groggy, and it took me about half an hour just to eat cereal because I kept nodding off while at the dinner table.
Despite that, I got to school on time, but no one was there. 45 minutes have passed and still, no one. Eventually, Razel and Karen came, and we all waited until 8. I was starving so I told them that we should all go. Sad and frustrated, I ate at the caf and my stomach, which wasn't used to having rice for breakfast, felt very queasy the whole morning.
Table tennis, though, was bearable. Ida and I totally lost one of our games (in our defense, they were from the Advanced Group) but it was okay since we were both sabaw. We lost most of our games but had an okay time, nonetheless.
Theo was rather uneventful. After that, we went to our exhibit for our NSTP to practice. One of our groupmates, Mina, lost her bag and we all knew that it was stolen. Recently, there's been a string of thefts in the Ateneo, and this one was crafted behind a plan to distract us by toppling over one of the exhibits and running with the bag while we fix them. She had a Mac, her new phone and her wallet in there. It was rather depressing.
Straight after that, I went to the Fine Arts faculty to confirm our theater reservation. Everything was going smoothly, until they realized that someone booked their rehearsal on the same time our actual play was booked. We were left with no place to perform.
By Filipino, our lack of a proper venue hit me hard. There was no way I could reserve a new one and everything else was booked, anyway. In the middle of class, I just said, "Putangina! Putangina!" and cried in my seat. My seatmates were comforting me and I felt ashamed, so I told them I was okay and just slept during the reporting.
I was numb for the rest of the day, and went through Japanese class without knowing what's going on. I was drawing everywhere, and when I finished drawing an eye at the back of my hand, I tapped my groupmate on the back and put my hand on my forehead and said: "May third eye ako. Ahaha." and he looked at me weirdly. (Looking back, lol, I sounded so crazy ahaha). I think I did okay with the quiz, though, because I know the kanji of the days of the week by heart.
The practice was okay, too. My groupmates came in late, but at least we did something. The reactions to the lack of a venue really hit me again. Although I was numb, I felt so disappointed in myself.
Things started picking up, though, when I talked to our group's director. I felt scared since I didn't want to disappoint him. He just told me that I was doing a good job, after all.
Me: (deep breath) Alfred, sa classroom na lang pala tayo magpaplay.
Alfred: Ah, okay.
Me: (near tears) Oh my God, I love you forever Alfred. That's the nicest response I've heard so far.
I was happy because he didn't give me that blaming look, nor did he talk about how screwed we were. He just accepted it as a fact and moved on, and even told me that having it in the classroom would make things easier.
After that, things started picking up. Alfred asked if we were interested in grabbing a bite to eat, and Momo, Jesan and I came with him to Pizza Hut. We talked for a long time and reminisced about high school and ate some awesome food and went home happy.
I think that all in all, this was a good day.
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I was supposed to be at school by 7 am for our play practice. I woke up at 5:30 when I usually woke up at 4. I was still groggy, and it took me about half an hour just to eat cereal because I kept nodding off while at the dinner table.
Despite that, I got to school on time, but no one was there. 45 minutes have passed and still, no one. Eventually, Razel and Karen came, and we all waited until 8. I was starving so I told them that we should all go. Sad and frustrated, I ate at the caf and my stomach, which wasn't used to having rice for breakfast, felt very queasy the whole morning.
Table tennis, though, was bearable. Ida and I totally lost one of our games (in our defense, they were from the Advanced Group) but it was okay since we were both sabaw. We lost most of our games but had an okay time, nonetheless.
Theo was rather uneventful. After that, we went to our exhibit for our NSTP to practice. One of our groupmates, Mina, lost her bag and we all knew that it was stolen. Recently, there's been a string of thefts in the Ateneo, and this one was crafted behind a plan to distract us by toppling over one of the exhibits and running with the bag while we fix them. She had a Mac, her new phone and her wallet in there. It was rather depressing.
Straight after that, I went to the Fine Arts faculty to confirm our theater reservation. Everything was going smoothly, until they realized that someone booked their rehearsal on the same time our actual play was booked. We were left with no place to perform.
By Filipino, our lack of a proper venue hit me hard. There was no way I could reserve a new one and everything else was booked, anyway. In the middle of class, I just said, "Putangina! Putangina!" and cried in my seat. My seatmates were comforting me and I felt ashamed, so I told them I was okay and just slept during the reporting.
I was numb for the rest of the day, and went through Japanese class without knowing what's going on. I was drawing everywhere, and when I finished drawing an eye at the back of my hand, I tapped my groupmate on the back and put my hand on my forehead and said: "May third eye ako. Ahaha." and he looked at me weirdly. (Looking back, lol, I sounded so crazy ahaha). I think I did okay with the quiz, though, because I know the kanji of the days of the week by heart.
My third eye
The practice was okay, too. My groupmates came in late, but at least we did something. The reactions to the lack of a venue really hit me again. Although I was numb, I felt so disappointed in myself.
Things started picking up, though, when I talked to our group's director. I felt scared since I didn't want to disappoint him. He just told me that I was doing a good job, after all.
Me: (deep breath) Alfred, sa classroom na lang pala tayo magpaplay.
Alfred: Ah, okay.
Me: (near tears) Oh my God, I love you forever Alfred. That's the nicest response I've heard so far.
I was happy because he didn't give me that blaming look, nor did he talk about how screwed we were. He just accepted it as a fact and moved on, and even told me that having it in the classroom would make things easier.
After that, things started picking up. Alfred asked if we were interested in grabbing a bite to eat, and Momo, Jesan and I came with him to Pizza Hut. We talked for a long time and reminisced about high school and ate some awesome food and went home happy.
I think that all in all, this was a good day.
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