All this is fine, even if it crashes down on me

Senior year equals stress! My teachers are so mean. They gave us a lot of homework and projects to do, knowing very well that we have to devote time to studying for the UPCAT this weekend. The whole lot of them can go to hell for all I care! They’re being very inconsiderate, and refused to give us extensions even though we asked them to. Patsy told us to have our moms ask the school if the seniors can have Friday off so that we can study for the UPCAT. I hope a lot of moms do that, because the principal is an ultimate sucker for parents’ requests. Most of the time she finds it hard to say no to them, and when a lot complain she’s bound to listen to them for sure. I hope she agress to let us skip school on Friday! I’ve got a unit test in Math.

Aside from Math, Calculus, Chemistry, Trigonometry, Physics and Home Economics, another one of my least favorite subjects in school is P.E. What a loathsome class! I don’t know why I have to take it because I hate all sports aside from the recreational ones that I play, and why in the world do I have to learn ballroom dances when I’ve never even been to a ball before? I particularly depsise P.E. during the first quarter because every year we have to undergo this stupid thing callled the Philippine Physical Fitness Test (PPFT). Year after year, we go through grueling numbers of sit-ups, push-ups, long jumps, and all sorts of running tests. And year after year I keep getting the same scores–average, barely passing and failing. Especially under those running tests. Ugh!

What the hell is that stupid-ass PPFT for anyway? I’ve been taking it for four years, and never have I discovered the “hidden athlete” in me. My least favorite item under the PPFT is the ten-minute run. Ten awful minutes of running around the quadrangle under the heat of the sun. I always end up running about five laps, then sitting down the rest of the time. I thought ten minutes was bad. But since we’re seniors this year, we don’t do the ten-minute run. We have the fifteen-minute run instead. I was so pissed when I found that out, and grew even more so when I learned that it was my group’s turn to do the fifteen-minute run today. How unfair! My God. Can’t the PPFT people see that I am very athletically disadgantaged and that my chronological age won’t change that? Why do the seniors get extra five minutes? I was fuming at this injustice but no matter what I felt about it, I’d still have to run for fifteen minutes if I want to pass. And besides, I know what my P.E. teacher would tell me if I so much as complained to her. “You don’t want to run? Then don’t go to my class!” Ehh. So run I did.

In spite of the illegal, high carbohydrate breakfast of crackers I had during my previous class, I did not feel the least bit energized. Sure, I was running the first three laps at a slow and steady pace. It took me about two and a half minutes. Then I grew tired and ended up walking around the quadrangle most of the time. Whenever I felt my energy coming back I’d run again, but after one lap I’d become tired and go back to walking. It kind of bugged me how a lot of my classmates were just running and running, without stopping to walk or whatever. How do they do that? Am I really that physically unfit? Somehow I managed twelve laps; the passing score is ten, which made a bit glad because I always fail in the ten/fifteen-minute run. But mostly I was feeling drained, tired and extremely bitchy. I probably lost more than a hundred calories from all that running, but I sadly gained them all back during recess. I had pancit (fried noodles) for brunch, and I hadn’t realized how much oil they had put in it until I had completely emptied my plate. Horrified, I could see the remnants of the oil shining and glistening back at me on the plate’s silver surface, as though they were mocking me for my wrong choice of food. Suddenly, I felt the folds on my belly (bilbil) all too well.

And I was planning on wearing a strapless dress to Dona’s debut.