Yes, High School at last!!! One step closer to college graduation and after that I am able and very qualified to work! ^_^
FIRST YEAR HIGH SCHOOL
I enrolled in a private school at the next village, a 30-minute ride away from our town. I needed to wake up early in the morning to prepare for school and catch up the early ride wherein we contacted a jeepney for fetching me and my older brother daily since school bus is not common in our place. The jeep usually picks us up at 6:30 AM and that is a holy hour for me for Christ's sake! I love to sleep and for me sleeping is a luxury. It can't be bought by money I tell you... =) So everyday of my new life was like a sacrifice. Sometimes I wake up at exactly 6:00 AM go straight to bathroom, take a bath and brush my teeth and go to school. My mom was always angry because I am not having my breakfast. She was so concerned of me eventually having gastric ulcer because of my empty stomach. Every morning my mom would wake me up but the more she was waking me up, the more I felt sleepy and would like to snooze more. Meanwhile in the jeepney, I continue my sleep. Thirty minutes is still 30 minutes! Time is so precious as well as sleep is also precious, I should spend it sleeping a little bit more.
Me being on time for the jeepney didn't last long. After a week or two, I started to go out of our house later than 6:30AM and of course, the jeep is gonna leave me there because I am not the only kid he's taking to school. He has his sons and daughters plus his nieces and nephews. It was pretty crowded and a riot every morning in that jeepney and I would always prefer to stay at the very back of the jeep so I could sleep and ignore their noises and their agenda for the day whatever it is, it is always turbulent. I have learned that if I leave the house at 7:00 AM I could still catch up my class but then at time goes by, I realized that it depends on the traffic and how many times the other jeepney would stop everytime the jeepney driver notices a passenger on the road or whenever there is a passenger who wants to go down. That made me so freakin' late one day. I arrived the school at exactly 7:35 AM and the flag ceremony has already started. After the morning school ritual of singing the national anthem, pledge of loyalty and some announcements, I was running for my life to get into my class' line going inside the classroom when suddenly this particular later than me classmate of mine arrived and told me not to run, stay easy and walk with her. At the back of my mind is "WTF??? #@$%*!!!" I think I've said a lot of negative thoughts within that split second and yet I still followed her and did not complained anything. I was such a wimp that I cannot say NO to anybody even if it is against my will. Except for my family of course where I would always complain on everything. Suddenly while walking, the third year's class adviser was there checking all the latecomers who are gonna pass and I saw everybody sneaking out of the line and one of them was my classmate. I was so ignorant that time that I didn't know what it means whenever this teacher is there on the pathway. He suddenly came to me. He knows I am clueless on what's gonna happen and I am a fresh victim of his wrath. "Late ka ano? Alam mo ba ang parusa ng mga late?" (You are late, right? Do you know the punishment of latecomers?) I was speechless, I replied with a shrug in the shoulders. I know it is gonna be tough and I have an idea what the punishment was although I am not sure if my thoughts were correct. We have a long quiz that day in Science, which is my favorite subject and I was feeling a sense of impending doom. This teacher caught around seven latecomers because when he came after the other late kids others who were with me ran away. I think it was only me who honestly stayed and waited for my punishment.
(NOTICE: IF YOU ARE EASILY NAUSEATED WITH GROSS/GRUESOME THINGS I ADVISE YOU TO STOP READING FROM HERE... >.<)
He introduced us to the corresponding "chastisement" for us to get forgiven with our "sin" since most of us caught were our first offense made. Second offense might mean a letter to the parent and third would be suspension. He gave us cleaning materials so we could clean the school grounds and to top it up, there were three of us who were assigned to clean the never-before-cleaned bathrooms in the school since the school year started. The very first sight and smell of the bathroom made my tummy tumble down and when we see the toilets itself, that was the time the two of my mates ran away and looked for a spot where they could throw up. I was there staring at the maggots and old poops maybe from last school year. Old tissue papers and some bloody sanitary pads from who the hell are they. I can't understand how can they afford to use this bathroom and do such gross things. The civilization doesn't reached them even if they are studying in a private school??? I just thought, yeah, the need to poop and pee is primal and you have no choice if you really need to do it. So even if I feel nauseous, I tried to fetch a lot of water through small gallons and tried to clean it with detergent soap and bleach. I started cleaning it alone, scrubbed it with a raffia broom until the sickening sight of nasty stuffs out there be flushed away with water and detergent. My two cleaning mates, who were recovering from their nausea started helping by fetching the water and I was the one who did the direct job. The bleach and detergent did an amazing job because in the end, after the creepy rubbish were thrown away in their right place and the toilet bowls were absent of any evidence of rotten poop and blood, it became an acceptable place and deserved to be called as comfort room. I just thanked God that when I am stressed out I would usually go to our bathroom and clean it. Although this one is a different thing because it was the most disgusting bathroom I have ever seen. In addition to that, I admit I was really stressed out missing the long quiz that I have always waited for in Science. I love exams and long quizzes because it measures how far did I know about the subject. I just wished that the true to life learning experiences could also be measured by exams because for sure I would make my way to get a high grade in it if I was not the best. But it doesn't work that way. I really felt that I am weaker in the real world of action, because sometimes I lack actions. I'd rather write than to speak. I'd rather think than to act.
It's like I'd rather plan and design something and it is up to somebody else to do the job of creating it. Eventhough sometimes, if it artwork we are talking about, expect me to be doing it with all my heart as long as I am doing it alone. Not a group activity. I hate it when somebody else bosses around as if he knew what is really the goal of the groupwork and then in the end everybody would realize that my idea was better. Furthermore, I hate it when there is an authority figure around who in true to life doesn't really have a right to control someone else's life (just like my classmate who pulled me to accompany her for the purpose of when worse things can get to worst she has someone to suffer with her, but in this case, I was the only one to suffer and she was there inside the classroom taking the exams!!!). That time, I've learned a very valuable lesson: I'd be better off alone than to get myself into trouble because I tried to gratify someone else's irrational request against my will. I should learn when to say no to a favor, which I am really struggling with (until now... sometimes I am really pissed off with my self for being too kind which is resulting to stupidity in someone else's view). If only I could flush my shyness to say NO just like what I did to the stinky creations of the primitive men of the school. Well at least at this moment, I contributed a huge favor to the school. The comfort room is now fully operational just like any decent school would have.
(HEY, YOU CAN READ BEYOND THIS POINT... IT IS SAFE NOW!!! =) )
When I came to the classroom, they finished the exams already and my teacher told me that she is not going to give any special exams for me. My reason of absence from the exams is not valid for her to treat me as a special student, who needs a special exam. Why should I, I am not special. There's nothing special about me there in that school. I am just one of the low profile students there. They still did not know what I am capable of since the periodical exams is not yet done. The school year has just started and nobody knows who I really am. On the other hand, I loved the idea of me being a stranger, nobody knows my strengths, although they can see in my face what my weakness is-- I look kind and harmless. They could just do anything without expecting me to fight or do harmful revenge over them. Yeah, they're right. I leave everything to Karma. Let Karma do the work for me. I am too lazy to have revenge. I'd rather sleep than to do that. Hahaha. So what happened to the girl who brought me into this trouble? Nothing... I just don't know how Karma worked on her but I believe it worked. ^_^
*To be continued....
Please leave a comment on the topic that you think could have changed if I just did something brave...hahaha so lame...anyway it would be nice to discuss on something someday. =) THANK YOU!!! XOX
FIRST YEAR HIGH SCHOOL
I enrolled in a private school at the next village, a 30-minute ride away from our town. I needed to wake up early in the morning to prepare for school and catch up the early ride wherein we contacted a jeepney for fetching me and my older brother daily since school bus is not common in our place. The jeep usually picks us up at 6:30 AM and that is a holy hour for me for Christ's sake! I love to sleep and for me sleeping is a luxury. It can't be bought by money I tell you... =) So everyday of my new life was like a sacrifice. Sometimes I wake up at exactly 6:00 AM go straight to bathroom, take a bath and brush my teeth and go to school. My mom was always angry because I am not having my breakfast. She was so concerned of me eventually having gastric ulcer because of my empty stomach. Every morning my mom would wake me up but the more she was waking me up, the more I felt sleepy and would like to snooze more. Meanwhile in the jeepney, I continue my sleep. Thirty minutes is still 30 minutes! Time is so precious as well as sleep is also precious, I should spend it sleeping a little bit more.
Me being on time for the jeepney didn't last long. After a week or two, I started to go out of our house later than 6:30AM and of course, the jeep is gonna leave me there because I am not the only kid he's taking to school. He has his sons and daughters plus his nieces and nephews. It was pretty crowded and a riot every morning in that jeepney and I would always prefer to stay at the very back of the jeep so I could sleep and ignore their noises and their agenda for the day whatever it is, it is always turbulent. I have learned that if I leave the house at 7:00 AM I could still catch up my class but then at time goes by, I realized that it depends on the traffic and how many times the other jeepney would stop everytime the jeepney driver notices a passenger on the road or whenever there is a passenger who wants to go down. That made me so freakin' late one day. I arrived the school at exactly 7:35 AM and the flag ceremony has already started. After the morning school ritual of singing the national anthem, pledge of loyalty and some announcements, I was running for my life to get into my class' line going inside the classroom when suddenly this particular later than me classmate of mine arrived and told me not to run, stay easy and walk with her. At the back of my mind is "WTF??? #@$%*!!!" I think I've said a lot of negative thoughts within that split second and yet I still followed her and did not complained anything. I was such a wimp that I cannot say NO to anybody even if it is against my will. Except for my family of course where I would always complain on everything. Suddenly while walking, the third year's class adviser was there checking all the latecomers who are gonna pass and I saw everybody sneaking out of the line and one of them was my classmate. I was so ignorant that time that I didn't know what it means whenever this teacher is there on the pathway. He suddenly came to me. He knows I am clueless on what's gonna happen and I am a fresh victim of his wrath. "Late ka ano? Alam mo ba ang parusa ng mga late?" (You are late, right? Do you know the punishment of latecomers?) I was speechless, I replied with a shrug in the shoulders. I know it is gonna be tough and I have an idea what the punishment was although I am not sure if my thoughts were correct. We have a long quiz that day in Science, which is my favorite subject and I was feeling a sense of impending doom. This teacher caught around seven latecomers because when he came after the other late kids others who were with me ran away. I think it was only me who honestly stayed and waited for my punishment.
(NOTICE: IF YOU ARE EASILY NAUSEATED WITH GROSS/GRUESOME THINGS I ADVISE YOU TO STOP READING FROM HERE... >.<)
He introduced us to the corresponding "chastisement" for us to get forgiven with our "sin" since most of us caught were our first offense made. Second offense might mean a letter to the parent and third would be suspension. He gave us cleaning materials so we could clean the school grounds and to top it up, there were three of us who were assigned to clean the never-before-cleaned bathrooms in the school since the school year started. The very first sight and smell of the bathroom made my tummy tumble down and when we see the toilets itself, that was the time the two of my mates ran away and looked for a spot where they could throw up. I was there staring at the maggots and old poops maybe from last school year. Old tissue papers and some bloody sanitary pads from who the hell are they. I can't understand how can they afford to use this bathroom and do such gross things. The civilization doesn't reached them even if they are studying in a private school??? I just thought, yeah, the need to poop and pee is primal and you have no choice if you really need to do it. So even if I feel nauseous, I tried to fetch a lot of water through small gallons and tried to clean it with detergent soap and bleach. I started cleaning it alone, scrubbed it with a raffia broom until the sickening sight of nasty stuffs out there be flushed away with water and detergent. My two cleaning mates, who were recovering from their nausea started helping by fetching the water and I was the one who did the direct job. The bleach and detergent did an amazing job because in the end, after the creepy rubbish were thrown away in their right place and the toilet bowls were absent of any evidence of rotten poop and blood, it became an acceptable place and deserved to be called as comfort room. I just thanked God that when I am stressed out I would usually go to our bathroom and clean it. Although this one is a different thing because it was the most disgusting bathroom I have ever seen. In addition to that, I admit I was really stressed out missing the long quiz that I have always waited for in Science. I love exams and long quizzes because it measures how far did I know about the subject. I just wished that the true to life learning experiences could also be measured by exams because for sure I would make my way to get a high grade in it if I was not the best. But it doesn't work that way. I really felt that I am weaker in the real world of action, because sometimes I lack actions. I'd rather write than to speak. I'd rather think than to act.
(HEY, YOU CAN READ BEYOND THIS POINT... IT IS SAFE NOW!!! =) )
When I came to the classroom, they finished the exams already and my teacher told me that she is not going to give any special exams for me. My reason of absence from the exams is not valid for her to treat me as a special student, who needs a special exam. Why should I, I am not special. There's nothing special about me there in that school. I am just one of the low profile students there. They still did not know what I am capable of since the periodical exams is not yet done. The school year has just started and nobody knows who I really am. On the other hand, I loved the idea of me being a stranger, nobody knows my strengths, although they can see in my face what my weakness is-- I look kind and harmless. They could just do anything without expecting me to fight or do harmful revenge over them. Yeah, they're right. I leave everything to Karma. Let Karma do the work for me. I am too lazy to have revenge. I'd rather sleep than to do that. Hahaha. So what happened to the girl who brought me into this trouble? Nothing... I just don't know how Karma worked on her but I believe it worked. ^_^
*To be continued....
Please leave a comment on the topic that you think could have changed if I just did something brave...hahaha so lame...anyway it would be nice to discuss on something someday. =) THANK YOU!!! XOX
more ate! more!! :D and i'm hoping that i'm not an extra in your story anymore. hoho. :))
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