however, that didn't work too.
don't ask me why. (",)
21.11.05
DANGER!: hectic schedule ahead. prepare oneself for the worst. you have been forewarned...
as the christmas break looms faster than ever, the amount of stress heightens for students. no, not because of lack of money or ideas, but because of teachers' abrupt schedule changes. no, i'm not talking about their shopping lists, but of the enormity of the pile of activities supposed to be... accomplished, according to them, yet in all truthfulness, plainly unnecessary.
why? because they want to squeeze the whole lesson plan in two weeks, for their own benefits. thus, this justifies one's scheduling of three seatworks in a day, the relentless disapprovals of most to give their periods for our rehearsals, and to some extent, to teach us how to "correctly manage our time and cooperate with the leaders."
sabi nga nila, "hindi sila KJ." yeah, right.
anyway, my continuous ramblings won't really help or change anything at all, so here i am to give you an idea of what I'm supposed to "accomplish":
tomorrow is the eliminations for the mascot-making contest, as part of the heralded science week, scheduled in the afternoon. luckily, if we get chosen, we compete in the finals... the next day, I will be engaging (note: forced without personal consent) in this sci-dama competition, or in layman's terms, reverse checkers with a touch of thermodynamics. the day after next, there's this local science quiz bee.
and lo, from 4 to 7 after classes we practice for our carolfest. we have three weeks, at the most, to prepare for the contest. this starts tomorrow... add to that the upcoming sportsfest on saturday, which i've assumed i can't attend... and regular classes come friday, and a unit test the next week, plus an individual impersonation activity, and two make-up tests in research and english, and a two-day, 900-peso retreat in tagaytay...
mix them all together, and... voila! a recipe for your personal disastrous pre-vacation, a la carte. mind you, by the way, in the light of the christmas season, we should be a bit optimistic, right? so in that spirit... i choose believe it's better to look forward to january 2006. so long, farewell, i hate to say goodbye... (",)
g_b got tired of senseless ranting by 21:06. |
it was just about now when i noticed that people write things about themselves in the profile section of their online diaries. then i looked at my former blog sites, and, it was like... whoa, am i really that weird?
so maybe it's time for a bit of change, a touch of conventionalism. for once, at least.
well, you see the guy in the picture? yeah, that spectacled boy running in haste? that's supposed to be me, j. gabriel de leon y limpin... what does j stand for, you ask? it's for me to know and for you to find out if you still don't know.
i'm a 16-year old boy who wears a pair of glasses, sports unkempt hair, and usually dons loose clothes. i might look a bit plump in the drawing, but in actuality i'm a tall, dark, skinny, frail guy who always forgets to drink his milk and take his breakfast. up to know i still wonder how come i stand at five-feet-eight-inches but weigh only 102 pounds...
way back then, i was a small, plump kid who showed a lot of promise. during parties, my mom and dad would usually strut around and boast of how intelligent, how healthy, how handsome i was. for eight or so years, that had been the case. i got my share of respect, like this little prince...
then came a heartbreak, and high school.
inexplicably, i suddenly became a complacent and idle guy who fell in love with my personal computer too much, even to the point of forgetting if i already had dinner. i was transformed into a student ridiculously full of potential but never getting to use the stuff. i developed a very healthy sleeping habit that made me garner the honorable distinction of being the student earliest for the nth class.
high school went on, heartbreaks pursued at will, and down to oblivion went that once promising young kid. so much for the pride of my parents.
today, i still look back to him. in fact, i'm trying to revive him, after four years of dormancy, or something more like stagnation. impossible, yes, but it's worth a try. too late, maybe, but i'll prove that it's not.
