Tons of Boring and Excruciating Days

I am extremely sad today. Aside from the fact that Someday by Nina is the song playing on iTunes right now, but also I'm reminded by the fact that we moved to a different room yesterday.

To make the short story shorter, we were apparently forced to move to room 8's room, which is in the main building, because our teacher in Chemistry has a very sensitive pregnancy at the moment and you know.....pregnant women thingy.

Demo rooms are really considered one of those significant rooms in our school, aside from the hell hole e-class, which I was unluckily in last school year. Primarily because these rooms aren't really classrooms in the 1st place. These are used for demonstrating purposes.

At the start of the school year, we were angered by the fact we were in the other half of the demo room. We hated the temporary wall that's separating us from room 7. We hated the very cold climate in our classroom, because it caused our hands to numb until we can't write anymore. We hated the fact that we can hear the other teacher's voice in the other room. We hated every feature of it, except for the sink which came in really handy.

But as we grew inside it, we have learned to love it, and appreciate it. We had learned to love the aircon, because we can open it earlier than other rooms because the biggie is not connected to the school breaker. We had learned to love it because it's totally soundproofed, except when you're in the other half of the demo room. We had learned to love our chairs, which is really good because we have this exceptional space for a pen. We had learned to love our usual tambayan, the jacuzzi, where we usually do our homeworks and a lot of other stuffs.

And now that we've moved, it's totally a different atmosphere. If all of us was driven by our angst like room 7, then we wouldn't move in the 1st place anyway.

But we, 3-6, have to really accept this change we went through. Although it was a great sacrifice, we should keep in mind that we are doing this for the safety of Mrs. Gavino's baby.

but damn! the aircon! please! just give it to us!

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This week has been exceptionally good. No assignments nor projects...no anything!

Yes, I know. It's like a miracle that God sent us after a bunch of prayers or something. Yet I know something is fishy.

Aha. Ok. To go with our traumatic move to another room, our teachers took their revenge and splashed us with a homework tsunami. God, it's awful. It's a wonder I even have time to write here, because I have tons of homeworks to do. Damn I hate revenge!

So there. I gotta go.

Prom dress: check
Prom date: check
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