I guess I kinda thought it would be easier than this

It is useless to whine about how much I hate Saturday classes because no matter how much I complain there will still be Saturday classes. A week ago my mom wrote to the principal complaining about the sudden change in schedule, saying that my sister and I already have extracurricular activities planned and paid for on Saturdays. I hoped that this letter would lead to the abolition of Saturday classes, because the motto of my school principal is: “The parent is always right.” She will bow down to any parent’s complaint. Much to my disappointment, the Saturday classes were still going to take place. But the principal herself wrote to the class advisers of my sister and I, saying that we were to be excused if ever we won’t be able to attend school on Saturday. Hopefully I will pass my Spanish retest on Wednesday because I have no intention of going to school this Saturday. It’s just the Intramurals anyway and besides, I need my bleeding sleep! I came home from school feeling very grouchy from lack of sleep. I was able to take a forty minute nap before my piano lessons, and then I downed a cup of coffee so I could review for my Spanish exam. I don’t think I’ll be able to study my Spanish tomorrow because I will have a long test in Filipino, Math and maybe History on Wednesday as well. How cruel could my teachers be?

We received our batch uniform for the Intramurals today. My shorts aren’t done yet but my batch shirt looks really nice. It’s a bit big though, and I don’t really like big shirts. But what made me like my batch shirt a lot is the number. We’re supposed to choose a number that would be printed on the back of our shirts and guess what my number is? Haha…but speaking of shorts, I really hate my legs. They’ve always been fat and flabby and dark, ever since I was a wee little kid. And it’s such a shame they look so awful because I love wearing short shorts and skirts. Oh well, who gives a damn? Nobody has to look at my legs if they don’t like them. At least it lessens my chances of getting raped.

I really should get around to asking my dad about the Barbie’s Cradle concert I want to go to this Friday. He seems to be in a good mood tonight but you know how unpredictable parents can be. I’ll absolutely die if he says no! Unfortunately, I can’t give him the “I got good grades anyway” argument because I didn’t. *sigh* Well, I’d better go ask before he makes plans…wish me luck.