open letter.

to all those people in authority,

we may not be the ones you expect us to be today. we may be the ones that are actually the opposite of what you expect. we may be pompous. loud. selfish. self-righteous. and whatever negative traits that you can describe us.
we may not be the ones you think we MUST be. the cream of the crop. the model. the ones to look up to. no. we may not be the smart and holy and caring and whatever positive traits that you want us to have (or imbibe to us).
we may not have in us the true concept of the pilot class, but that doesn't mean that we couldn't change.
yes, we may be challenging authorities, but we don't even have the intention of doing it. we may not have the qualities of a pilot class, but that is because we're also preoccupied with other problems. sometimes we're misunderstood. sometimes we're over judged.
this may be the umpteenth time we've said this, but... please give us another chance. another chance to prove ourselves. to show you that we could change for the better.
if you still believe in us, please trust us. if you don't, then i would be very puzzled at the fact that you even bothered to waste your time reading this letter.

with care,
a student

naguguluhan ako.

i can't take it anymore. i'm confused. why is there so much chaos in this world that even the poor got poorer and the government doesn't give a damn about it and even in the classroom, the second humble abode of a child, there is CHAOS? okay. i have issues with my class, i also have issues with my circle of friends.

with my class. DEDICATION. many teachers hate us because of our arrogance, pompousness, and stuff. according to my wonderful source, they say that we have a big head already. we're backstabbers, gossip people, plastics, and side commentators. okay. they're right. but we're still adjusting! i mean, does this means that we should change (or expect us to change) within 24 hours? because we're SOPHOMORES? right. nice one.

and with my friends... some of my friends don't want this particular friend of mine because of his attitude. i like him, actually, as a friend. but they don't understand that. and they're like these people who think they're so self-righteous that they want to do everything they want? ughh!

help me guys! gimme advice! :((

redeemed.

so... remember yesterday? yeah. reap sharing (aka gospel class), there's this something, you've got a friend thing...

physical education class (p.e.) is boring. as usual, i suck at volleyball. duhh. recess, i'm supposed to talk to my adviser, but i remember that i had an appointment with my history teacher because i haven't taken the quiz. but he forgot, so i'll have it after lunch. after english, i met him in the hallway, and we talked for like 20 minutes. doubts gone, confusions cleared.

WHAT I'VE LEARNED FROM 20 MINUTES WITH MY ADVISER:

1. i have a strong personality. ("...look, you have a strong personality, and i think you know that. you even have the courage to blurt out something in front of me...")
2. 'they' are not actually popular. ("to tell you honestly, they're not that smart. they're not that beautiful. but why are they popular?")
3. we let them be popular. ("the only reason why they're popular is because you let them be popular. you let them step on you.")
4. if they say bad things about you, prove them wrong. ("if they say you're a slut, prove to them that you are not a slut.")
5. show them what you've got! ("galingan mo!")

wow. first impressions are sometimes correct. and sometimes wrong. thanks elmo.

going on... at last, filipino class is done. the speech choir is over. i think we're just second place. *sigh*.

aww.

okay. thursday. math time, our adviser/math teacher got mad at us cause we kept on insisting that we need to practice for filipino. for me, it's alright. but some people insisted. so... the topic shifted to our stage play. i remembered our stage director whom i hate so much. so i told my seatmate, "noe, set a, set c." and all of a sudden our adviser got pissed off at me. "you know, i'm sick and tired of your side comments, you know that?" come on. he's not the topic. but it made me cry the whole day. weird.

after dismissal, my seatmate explained to him that he is not the one i'm talking about. hey, i'm supposed to be the one talking, right? but it's alright. actually i don't have the guts to talk now.

what will happen to me tomorrow? *sigh*