If I should die before I wake, that’s one less test I’ll have to take!

If there’s one thing that seriously pisses me off, it’s interrupted sleep and the shadow of a math long test/midterms looming above you ominously.

So with the grand total of around 6 hours of sleep last night, I was feeling a tad irritable today. For my first class I have English. There’s this guy in my English block who keeps whining about some girl he met at an interaction on this notebook we pass around, and he hints at suicide in every entry. It kind of gets on my nerves when people get really dramatic over things like that. Okay, so maybe love lost isn’t exactly a little thing. But the way he writes about it, the way he makes it sound like the century’s number one sob story…that really gets on my nerves.

Anyway, the dude was probably feeling even more depressed today because at class he did a drawing of a knife wound or whatever you call it on his wrist. And he was showing it off to everyone and when he showed it to me I so wanted to scream, “For God’s sake, go kill yourself already! There are millions of other girls in the world, it’s easy to find yourself another one! But when you fail math, your transcript is fucked up for life and after college, who the hell would want to hire someone who failed math? No one!!!”

Shiiiiit.

I went home to Makati after class today because I needed to go to my tutor who lives in the neighborhood. The moment I arrived at the house, I went straight to my room, gave my sister strict instructions to not disturb me for any reason, and crashed. Slept for around two hours (which was hardly enough) and woke up to go to my tutor. Now here I am, de-stressing (or re-stressing, whichever), and in a few minutes I will consume a mug of green tea and start studying again.

Something cute my English blockmate gave me:

Prayer Said Before Exams

Now I lay me,
down to study,
I pray the Lord I
won’t go nutty.

If I should fail
to learn this junk,
I pray the Lord
I will not flunk.

But if I do,
don’t pity me at all,
just lay me bones
in the study hall.

Tell my prof
I did my best,
then pile my books
upon my chest.

Now I lay me
down to rest,
and pray I’ll pass
tomorrow’s test.

If I should die
before I wake,
that’s one less test
I’ll have to take.

Suddenly I feel a strong affinity with that “suicidal” blockmate of mine. I seriously wouldn’t mind getting struck down by a meteor in my sleep or something, if that would mean I would no longer have to worry about math for the rest of my eternal life!