When Good Girls Go Loco

Little Miss Goody Two Shoes – people expect from her (especially the Chinese teachers), when she fails, people keep asking her what happened.

And that, people, is what I am feeling at this very month of December.

I wanna be a bad girl who flunks and does not care.

If a good girl flunks, she cares.

You see, it’s EASIER being bad than good.

(In terms of Academics, you guys)

Because “good” needs traits: hardwork, time, prioritization, organized stuff and lack of messiness.

Apparently, I have NONE of those above. And I don’t plan to have any. At all.

The pressure and the expectations (in Chinese, you guys) are just too high for me to reach. Because I don’t care. I’m not supposed to CARE because I DON’T want to CARE. I’m a stubborn bee. You can’t force me to like something I don’t.

Yet when I test my “goody-girlness”, I pass. I mean, like when there is a test the next day, I WON’T study the night before and then when the test comes in my face, I suddenly cram everything to my head and get at least an 85.

My point is, I don’t want to care about my Chinese grades anymore so I could focus on waning my stress and sleeping more at night. BUT I CAN’T!!!!!

WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR ME TO TURN INTO A BAD GIRL?
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?

IS IT BECAUSE OF THE GENETICS? SOMETHING IN MY DNA?

AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS NEVER CHEATED ON A FREAKING CHINESE TEST?

It’s exigent.

I guess, the 5 good traits don’t matter anymore (as I end this post, I mean). Because I think I have the ultimate trait that would reign above all – and that’s guilt.

PEACE.