yesterday, i skipped insurance class again, for the third time. gawd what's happening to me? i haven't cut this much for one class ever. i shouldn't instill this habit of absconding from my difficult classes [ or from any problem, for that matter ] in my life. actually, i went to school that morning. i read for the lesson the night before, but i didn't feel confident enough about myself. i don't want to attend that class unless i have a handwritten reviewer of the outline and unless i have actually committed the provisions to memory. but i wasn't able to study much because i just had too much backlog, so i ended up not finishing it. my heart was already pounding when the teacher arrived, and i sensed that he was more cranky than his usual cranky self - he wasn't making jokes or telling funny stories which he usually did every meeting. and then i realized he was calling for recitation people from our class who was absent last saturday. i heard that around half the class didn't show up to study for the crimpro midterms, me included, and i guess he noticed such a big void in class and decided to make our lives more miserable by calling us for recit. after he called the second person, i quietly made my exit, leaving my bag in my seat. i stayed at the parking lot for around 30 minutes then picked up neil from his house, driving all the way there without a license, which i left in my bag. i had to return to school at 12 noon to get my stuff from nico/chi. i found out later on that he called me 10 minutes after i left. and i'll bet he was really irritated about it because i'm so sure he saw me in class. i was on the second row. stupid me. to add to that, my dad told me they met a few days before, and he recognized my dad as his student. and he remembered that he has a current student surnamed "bacorro" and confirmed with my dad if we were related. and of course i'm blacklisted again in his class. and my dad even told my teacher that "i'm scared of him" which i never really said, thinking that by telling my teacher that, he would make things easier for me. i remember the last time our teacher found out one of my classmates was "afraid" of him, he let her recite for 20 minutes in class. i don't know what the heck my dad was thinking. haaay... not embodying "the diligence of a good father of a family", eh. tsk tsk...
i was trying to avoid my dad after that incident. i told my mom about it, so at least she'd have an idea on how i'm performing this sem with my subjects [ i.e., i don't want her to expect too much from me. i don't want her to expect anything from me at all ] but i told her not to tell my dad because i'm sure he's going to give a long lecture all over again about life in law school. i presumed she did though, but since he didn't bring it up awhile ago, i don't think he even knew about it. oh well.
just when you think things can't get any worse, they just do. and yes, life is still one big cycle. maybe one of the 7 mosquito bites i sustained last week would be the deadly, dengue-causing one, and school would be the least of my problems. hmm..
thank god for stress relievers
and so, last night, we watched the terminal [ which is one of the nicest movies i've ever seen ] and ate dinner with the harkadah for di's birthday at crustasia, powerplant. i haven't eaten that much crab my whole life. hehe.
and then today, we had art class again. it was my third sunday already using colored markers [ supposedly, there's only 1 day allotted for each medium ]. when will i move on to cray pas, i wonder? i'm looking forward to it since i'm so at home with using it. that's what we used in art class circa 6th grade. stupid me, i chose such a time-consuming method of drawing using the markers [ the whole picture is composed entirely of dots. ] naturalmente it will it take me forever to get it done. but at least it was relaxing, in a way. i recently read that hobbies actually boosts ones morale and makes living easier because of its stress relieving characteristics. at least for a few minutes i get to be in a space entirely separate from school and pressure, and feel good about a job well done.
afterwards, neil and i went to shangri-la and i shopped again. which made me feel guilty, in a way, because i don't think i deserve it, with my terrible performance in school. i still bought a lot anyhow.
song on the radio: "one-armed scissor" by "at the drive in". wala lang.
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