And this is why I love school so much…
Note: I take it back. The previous post isn’t the last post for the year. Actually, I’m kind of guilty that THIS is the last post of the year. It’s a negative post. Negative for my family, positive for ME and my SCHOOL. I wonder why CKSC students hate their school ‘cause I love it.
This was written out of anger conceived from my so-called home. Yes, people. SO-CALLED. Sorry, people I am not martyr enough to pretend that I’m happy in this. In fact, I think only a few people could relate to me in this post. Perhaps, Arianne, Aldric and Kenny only?
10. I get to be with the people I come to love (more than anything else other than LL) and rarely come to hate. MY FRIENDS. MY CLASSMATES. MY TEACHERS.
MY SCHOOLMATES.
They would never reprimand me even if I do something stupid. 'Sides, it's not my fauly I'm NOT a dupe. Apparently my mind matured faster than they thought it would. They don't really like kids who have opinions. Maybe they should go adopt Hilary Duff. (Btw, even Paris Hilton has a brain more opinionated than Duff's)
9. There is freedom to laugh and sing and act and express myself. Most especially to LAUGH. God, even coughing is prohibited in my SO-CALLED HOME.
There is freedom to voice out! You can recite anytime you want!
8. I am deprived of modern technology. Which is a good way of self-control. I mean, I’m not really good at self-control (is it obvious?) – I’m good with procrastination. But in school, I get to control myself.
7. I learn how to socialize.
6. I can be myself forever in school! I can talk about LL and Britney Spears’ friendship bond anytime! I can hate math without someone telling me to love it. I can flunk English on purpose because of rebelling reasons. I can enjoy Filipino immensely because, believe it or not, Ms. Reggie is my favorite teacher.
I could embarrass myself without feeling embarrassed because I know that my friends are there to support mo.
ALL OF THE ABOVE IS ME. ME ME ME ME ME – someone I couldn’t be when I am at home because I have to be damned prim and proper! WTH? ME? PRIM? PROPER? Opposite! That’s the opposite! Just because I’m the daughter of a freaking doctor? No thank you! I’d rather rebel!
5. I can continue writing blog posts. Or diary entries in school. People peek at my diary at home.
4. I could cry and people would ask me why.
That means they care. Unlike people out there.
3. I could win my debate arguments because I do make a point.
2. Music isn’t noise. My schoolmate’s loud talkativeness – that I usually hate especially if it’s Kennard blabbering – would be Music to my ears COMPARED to my father’s SO-CALLED “tenor” voice. It should be noted here that WE ARE not allowed to sing – he’s the only who has the permission.
My mother’s booming voice, too.
By the way, I have this hearing disorder called tinnitus and some (SOME! Judge the word) partial deafness. You REALLY cannot blame me for iPodding all day and all night. At least, that’s MUSIC.
1. They are the family I’ve always dreamed of. ALWAYS. I would feel loved NOT in a mushy mushy way! Ewww… MUSHY way love is only acceptable if it’s romance (with the opposite sex). It’s just a matter of feeling. You know these people love you back NOT in a mushy mushy way. In a friendly way. You know that the school itself loves you back.
End of List.
Don’t get me wrong, okay. It’s not that I HATE my family, dislike it or am unhappy with it. I never said anything like that. I just need an outlet for this. I don’t even know what this is. MY father is just so strict in wrong ways. It’s overprotectiveness na sobrang wala sa lugar. There – I spoke in Filipino. You know what that means right?
Note: I take it back. The previous post isn’t the last post for the year. Actually, I’m kind of guilty that THIS is the last post of the year. It’s a negative post. Negative for my family, positive for ME and my SCHOOL. I wonder why CKSC students hate their school ‘cause I love it.
This was written out of anger conceived from my so-called home. Yes, people. SO-CALLED. Sorry, people I am not martyr enough to pretend that I’m happy in this. In fact, I think only a few people could relate to me in this post. Perhaps, Arianne, Aldric and Kenny only?
10. I get to be with the people I come to love (more than anything else other than LL) and rarely come to hate. MY FRIENDS. MY CLASSMATES. MY TEACHERS.
MY SCHOOLMATES.
They would never reprimand me even if I do something stupid. 'Sides, it's not my fauly I'm NOT a dupe. Apparently my mind matured faster than they thought it would. They don't really like kids who have opinions. Maybe they should go adopt Hilary Duff. (Btw, even Paris Hilton has a brain more opinionated than Duff's)
9. There is freedom to laugh and sing and act and express myself. Most especially to LAUGH. God, even coughing is prohibited in my SO-CALLED HOME.
There is freedom to voice out! You can recite anytime you want!
8. I am deprived of modern technology. Which is a good way of self-control. I mean, I’m not really good at self-control (is it obvious?) – I’m good with procrastination. But in school, I get to control myself.
7. I learn how to socialize.
6. I can be myself forever in school! I can talk about LL and Britney Spears’ friendship bond anytime! I can hate math without someone telling me to love it. I can flunk English on purpose because of rebelling reasons. I can enjoy Filipino immensely because, believe it or not, Ms. Reggie is my favorite teacher.
I could embarrass myself without feeling embarrassed because I know that my friends are there to support mo.
ALL OF THE ABOVE IS ME. ME ME ME ME ME – someone I couldn’t be when I am at home because I have to be damned prim and proper! WTH? ME? PRIM? PROPER? Opposite! That’s the opposite! Just because I’m the daughter of a freaking doctor? No thank you! I’d rather rebel!
5. I can continue writing blog posts. Or diary entries in school. People peek at my diary at home.
4. I could cry and people would ask me why.
That means they care. Unlike people out there.
3. I could win my debate arguments because I do make a point.
2. Music isn’t noise. My schoolmate’s loud talkativeness – that I usually hate especially if it’s Kennard blabbering – would be Music to my ears COMPARED to my father’s SO-CALLED “tenor” voice. It should be noted here that WE ARE not allowed to sing – he’s the only who has the permission.
My mother’s booming voice, too.
By the way, I have this hearing disorder called tinnitus and some (SOME! Judge the word) partial deafness. You REALLY cannot blame me for iPodding all day and all night. At least, that’s MUSIC.
1. They are the family I’ve always dreamed of. ALWAYS. I would feel loved NOT in a mushy mushy way! Ewww… MUSHY way love is only acceptable if it’s romance (with the opposite sex). It’s just a matter of feeling. You know these people love you back NOT in a mushy mushy way. In a friendly way. You know that the school itself loves you back.
End of List.
Don’t get me wrong, okay. It’s not that I HATE my family, dislike it or am unhappy with it. I never said anything like that. I just need an outlet for this. I don’t even know what this is. MY father is just so strict in wrong ways. It’s overprotectiveness na sobrang wala sa lugar. There – I spoke in Filipino. You know what that means right?
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