Friday, July 22, 2005
Something of a rant

Overly grade conscious people irritate the fuck out of me. This one person who was one of the few who passed for example - she kept agonizing over how "low" her score was when she knew for a fact that she was in the company of people who had either failed or just barely passed. That's what I call incon-fucking-siderate. How dense can you be? Although I seriously doubt that was the case. Maybe it was some sort of plea for attention. Pathetic. What, does she expect those around her to console her for getting a C when the rest of us didn't fare so well? The problem with her was she was too used to her perfect little world in highschool. Well luvy, get the hell over yourself - this is college, no one here to kiss the ground you walk on and and pay you tribute. Deal with it.


But I’m one to talk. I failed the long test. Big fat fucking F. That’s right folks. I’m screwed. I seriously, seriously need to get my act together. I don’t want to fail. I can’t fail. It isn’t even an option. I really really must work harder. Math and Botany and Filipino are my critical subjects which means I have to have to insert a truckload of effort.

Something strange happened to me this afternoon. I suppose I should probably feel mortified about it but the humane reaction it brought out seems to outweigh my stupidity. It happened like this - I was in the jeep near UP and there was a bit of a traffic jam. Since I was close to my stop, I up and decide to get off. I was halfway out of the jeep when it suddenly jolted and started to move forward. I was actually too surpised to speak or react appropriately, but to my relief, a number of people grabbed on to me before I tumbled out of the jeep and onto the street. I finally mustered enough sense to mutter a hoarse ‘para,’ and my thanks to the kind jeep people (who saved me from a very painful impact with the road). Of course I was a bit disoriented after that. But alive, with all my limbs intact.
Thus spake Irish || 8:11 PM || 0 comments