AndieCrafts

Today is the first day of my right to saying an age without “teen” attached to it. Seven years of having such suffix attached to my age has never registered as something significant, until now. I just realized, I am no longer a teenager! I am officially an adult, and should, therefore, remove any teen-like, all the more child-like, behavior from my stubborn system.

I am proud to say that I deserve the age. Despite my insecurities, I have managed to become the adult I never thought I could ever be. Yes, I may be childlike, and one might think such behavior does not deserve references to adulthood: but is one’s antics to overcome one’s choices in degree of importance? Is one’s maturity in thought to be dwindled by one’s carefree disposition?

I have learned and experienced quite much within the past year. Things about friendship, work, faith, and everything else in between, have made some of their truths known to the 3-pound organ enclosed by my skull. I know it’s not enough. But then, when has anything ever been enough?

I am all out of words and the wit for writing. I guess this means farewell.

Happy Birthday to me!

I spent the better part of our Circuits lecture dozing off. I’m pretty sure that was because I felt like sleeping in front of my teacher just to insult him (oh, and did I mention I sat on a first row chair?). That must be it… well, that, or the fact that I spent precious time meant for sleeping studying for his exam instead.

We spent the first hour of Circuits on a gruesome exam. I am no math genius, but I’m not a moron either. All I’m saying is that it was very, very difficult.

How I wish this entry ends here. How I wish the first two paragraphs of this entry could bring me the comfort I need right now. But NOOO… I HAVE TO RANT!!! I HAVE TOOOO!!!

I received my first failing grade in university life (FIRST EVER!!!) 7 days ago. A whopping slap in the face which we shall give the codename “73.” The moment I saw my grade, I was able to accept it surprisingly fast. No tears. No cries of defeat. Just sheer acceptance. I figured, “73″ was partially my fault, and circuits wasn’t really my thing.

Then, I just had to experience “Curiosity killed the Cat” for what was supposedly the search for further comfort. I just had to look at Sir P’s class record. I was more than a hundred percent sure that I wasn’t the only person who failed. Now, to my discovery: People whom I used to tutor for hours who ended up not understanding a thing after got waaaay higher grades than I did. Try guessing what I felt?

1. I was, logically and naturally me, pissed off.
2. I began doubting my intelligence. Maybe I was born really stupid, and it took almost 20 years before I discovered that truth.B
3. Both.

Surprisingly, I felt 2. Weird. It was difficult to accept a stupidity I didn’t know existed until 20 years after birth. But it did not take long before I proved myself wrong. As always, one thing leads to another. The same went for my discoveries.

I learned they got some very detailed clues regarding our exams. VERY, VERY DETAILED CLUES!!! I was fine with that. I mean, it’s not like I learned nothing. At least I got “73″ on my own. I was honest, and that was good enough for me.

But, as I have said, one thing leads to another. People weren’t satisfied of passing anymore: maybe they figured that since they have gotten away with cheating a few times, they might be able to get away with it forever. As far as I’ve heard, they cheated AGAIN in today’s exam.

Why do I feel 1?! It was fine when I knew I didn’t work hard enough for my grades, but damn it! I worked really hard for that exam! Damn it! I worked so hard and failed, while the cheaters keep on getting away with grades they do not deserve. Cheaters insult the hard work and intelligence of people like me, making people like me feel 3. This has to stop.

If the cheaters do this one more time, heads are going to fly. I am going to sing, and not without hard evidence. Call me “seloso.” Call me “sadista.” Call we whatever you effing like. If that is the name attached to bringing some justice into this world, then so be it.