Maybe in time, someday soon
I’ll learn to let it engulf me whole
All the fiery rage and bitterness
Hidden and buried beneath
This cold withered weary soul..
Last Tuesday was the start of our classes in UST. Actually there was a University mass held on Monday, but I never attend those mass. So, I was back in my dorm the day before to prepare for the said resumption of classes. So here’s what happened this past week, in bullets:
TUESDAY
WEDNESDAY
THURSDAY
FRIDAY
SATURDAY
So basically, the first week was already packed and loaded with lectures and discussions. I thought that it would still be a “chill” week but I was obviously wrong. We already have quizzes piled for next week and a couple of homework. On top of that, I had my monthly visit last night and it sucks. I had cramps and a bad case of dysmenorrhea. Just a cherry on top of a very awesome week. NOT.
Good evening friends!
Hello, it’s just me plastering my face on your dash. Please forgive the state of this photo. I am so tired tutoring 1st and 2nd grade students yet I want to read a book so badly. Problem is, I don’t know what to read. I don’t seem to have any particular book or genre in mind. All I know is I want to relieve my stress by reading.
And so yeah, here I am, lying in bed with a pile of books from my bookshelves without any knowledge of which one to pick. I haven’t even changed my clothes. Gaaaaah. I feel tired but I am not sleepy yet. Help me. :(
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.
"For someone who lives a very sedentary lifestyle, theses past few weeks have been very exhausting. And by “someone”, I mean myself. We have this 25-minute aerobic routine as our practical exam for the Therapeutic Exercises finals. We’ve been practicing three times a week during our breaks and I admi, I am not so up for it. I mean, I know that it’s for our grade but with all the other academic stresses, tiring myself on exercise isn’t really worth it. I do enjoy he feel of sweat and the ache i gives to my muscles, but then at the end of the day, I feel so tired that I don’t have enough energy to study for the quizzes and make written reports for other subjects. I just want this all to be over on Saturday. It’s funny how the professors thought of a way to have everyone in our batch do some exercise. But still, I don’t like it very much. I love being lazy, that’s a fact!
When you are forced to study everyday for every subject, you’ll eventually get tired of the whole routine. I feel it now. With quizzes everyday and written reports every week, who wouldn’t feel exhausted? Everything is just so habitual that I am so bored with the things I’m doing in school. Yes, I get that it is necessary, given the course I chose, but sometimes I wish I could rest even just for a week. I badly need more sleep in my system. I feel like my brain is already overused. There are so many information in my head, especially this week since it’s our prelim exam week. I just want this week to be over. I want to rest and stop reading these thickset of books. I miss the lightness of reading novels and fictional books.
Yes. After a very long and stressful day, I can finally go to sleep. Today, we had an individual and group recitation in Anatomy Lab, two quizzes for Physiology Lab and practical exams for PT lab. I am so tired. and last night, I barely had two hours of sleep. I feel like my body’s just about to break down from exhaustion. But that’s all over now. We don’t have anything for tomorrow, just one quiz but we still have a 3-hour break before that subject. So I would be going to bed early today and just savor the long hours of rest I can finally have. Good night, my dear friends. Enjoy your slumber hours, too!
THINGS I NEED TO DO FOR MONDAY:
I don’t know how I’ll be able to finish all of these. Why do they have to pile us up with homeworks, quizzes and reports for just one day? Are there no other days for these? Damn. :|
Ugh. And as always, this job was assigned to me. I cannot say no since it’s a group grade and much of it depends on the discussion part. I once made a mistake of giving this part to another member and we got a shitty grade. I’m not saying that I do not trust them, it’s just that I am more at ease when I am the one doing the crucial parts.
Not yet done studying for tomorrow’s quiz.
I must read half of my book.
HALF THE BOOK FOR JUST ONE QUIZ.
But, my bed is eating me.
Like, so bad.. it’s the worst temptation.
It feels so good under my body.
MUST. GET. UP. NOW.
Before it can swallow me whole.
BUT MY BED IS SO COMFY RIGHT NOW.
I just can’t leave it.
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP..
Hello there. I am staring at you. Yes, you. You should be scared. Are you scared now? Are you???
Oh yeah, this is the face of the insane person you are following. Hope you’re still okay there.
Hahaha. Sorry. I just got bored. I’m studying for three quizzes tomorrow and I not even halfway done. So as usual, I just ended up taking a picture of myself. Look at those enormous eye bags! Seriously, they are so big. This is the effect of being back to school for just a bit more than two weeks. It’s really insane. So anyways, just want to greet everyone a good evening! Gotta go back to my thick and awesome textbooks. Ta ta.
We have a quiz on all of these tomorrow and so far, I’ve only mastered the Rexed Laminae and some of the pathways. Damn, I need to memorize everything but I’m just so sleepy and my eyes are drooping.
