So this morning, they announced the winners of this school year’s elections. I didn’t win. In fact, I was on the very last, I only had 60 something or 70 something who voted for me in the school. Normally. if I were this ‘competition-determined’, I would have sobbed from the very moment that I saw my number of votes. Fortunately, I didn’t care much about this one. All I’ve thought about this competition were the points that I’m going to receive for joining the activity. Plus, this isn’t my forte. Just wait during the screening for the aspiring members of the school paper- I’ll be strict. And, I assure that this school year, I’ll be the Managing Editor of the School paper.
We did our report on English today. We sucked. Then again, it wasn’t all that devastating. I knew my classmates were sucker for something to watch- especially, when they’re bored to the subject. So we showed a clip of TROY that I downloaded. I guess my classmates liked it. They were all paying attention and talking about the 10-minute clip that we showed. Therefore, I guess, this report wasn’t such a waste of voice after all.
I just got the book Son of Neptune by, once again, Rick Riordan. I am grateful for my friend Kezia Calderon for lending me this book. Thanks, Mate! Totally appreciate the book. Although I haven’t started reading the book yet, because I am busy, I’ll make sure that I’ll be able to give myself time to read it tomorrow. I’m just so excited.
This day was almost okay, except, our whole class, Saint Therese, have managed to make our very class adviser mad at us. I don’t know if it’s a curse or a in-born misfortune, but things like this always seem to happen every school year. For our past three school years at school, our class has kept and managed to make specific teachers mad at us. Yet, of all the teachers that we’ve made mad, I think I speak for all of my classmates if I say: “This is the Worst”. I mean like, this is our class adviser! The very man who followed us until this school year just so he can witness our successful graduation. The man who helped us ace the hardest of tests that the class has kept on encountering every grading. The man who treats us like we are his sons and daughters regardless of the fact that we all are not related by blood. Why he? Of course, we are also not the reason why he is mad. There is another teacher involved in this feud.
Ma’am Ephraim Joy Mendiguarin. Or for short, “Ma’am Ejoy”. I understand Sir Chris for being mad at her. It is true that she exhibits favoritism in the class. Christian, Kennard and I, or The Virgins have been hanging out with each other for some time now. And yet, she has only known the two from the three of us- Christian and Kennard. I mean, she knows me; but she is not as close to me as the others are. I’ve tried on showing off and doing crazy stuffs on her just to get noticed, but nothing seems to work. If I keep on doing those things to her, I’d be like showing how desperate I am to people. I don’t exactly hate her. But I just wished she could’ve broaden her mind or her social sphere and tried to add people to her circle. I know some people try to be close to her. I just don’t know if they are being ignored. And if they are, I’m curious if they feel the same way as I do.
A while ago, she asked us, the old members of her organization, Catherinean History Society(CHS), to conduct an exhibit. During the exhibit show, we are going to be dressed as Greek gods and goddesses. I don’t know. I’m a big fan of the Greek Mythology, but when it comes to this, I don’t feel like doing this again. But, then again, that exhibition is for a good cause. One of the teachers at the school, Ma’am Cherrie Ngoap, is fighting for her life.It’s for a good cause. Ma’am Ejoy is so charitable and very caring, even to those who are related to her only by heart. As I’ve said, I don’t hate her… but I kind-of don’t like her. I’ve said she exhibits Favoritism, but that doesn’t mean she is a very bad person. There are more of her, that I don’t know. And hopefully, as time will come, she will notice me, be close to her like we’re friends.
Readers, if one of you there is Sir Chris, out adviser, I don’t know. I just felt like sharing my emotion.
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