Don’t count on me, it’s the point you’re missing

I am obsessed with the guitar. If only my fingertips didn’t hurt I would still be playing right now, but I think I deserve a break. I can already play Kiss Me (Sixpence None the Richer) pretty decently and that made me happy because it is one of my favorite songs.

School was okay, but I received the most dreadful news this afternoon. The high school students are to undertake the most dreadful task a school could give to any teenage high school student. Saturday classes! Arrgghhh!! See, we have one week off next Feburary because our teachers will be going to Cebu for teachers’ week. And our crazy principal thinks that our school days are too little; therefore we must go to school one Saturday a month. It’ll be a shortened period though, but I’ll still need to wake up early! Quality education, my ass. Not to mention that I’ll have to miss a few sessions of Spanish class. Saturday classes is the most stupid idea schools in this country ever had. What about extracurriculars? Or good ol’ extra sleeping hours? They never think about that. They want us to suffer. Suffer as Christ did. Whatever.

Our principal really is nuts. Do you know where we’re going for our field trip this year? A mental hospital. And according to Patsy’s mom, the mental hospital we’re going to in Bataan is where they keep the really psychotic, dangerous killers. Wonderful.

Well the good part about today is that our seating arrangements got changed for the third quarter. I now sit next to Michelle and diagonally from Rajelyn. Now lessons aren’t as dull because I can always talk to them whenever I’m on the brink of falling asleep. I’m pretty happy that I get along well with the people who sit near me. I really hate it when I end up sitting next to someone I really detest, like Nenok, and I spend all day cursing at my awful luck.