Monday, January 17, 2005

Traumatic.
I couldn’t think of another word to describe this day - January 17, 2005 (no offense to Yeye who is celebrating her 18th birthday today). The word traumatic is simply perfect to represent all the mishaps comprising the big mess we made out of our Asian History presentation– the LCD projector we didn’t have; the missing technician who was supposed to help; the reservation slip unclaimed from Ms. Coo; the running to and fro the SEC walk in that Chinese dress; the required hand-outs for the class we weren’t able to prepare; the final paper which the computer in the CTC couldn’t read so we couldn’t print it, and worst of all, the frown in Ms Coo’s face from which I could clearly read how she was annoyed by the delay we caused or probably, she was really just annoyed by US – by our irresponsibility. (such reaction I find totally reasonable)
I was so devastated – and tired, for I (and isay, too) had only a few hours of sleep– not to mention the hard work that we all did. Personally, what happened was a major disappointment for me because I remember that I even brought FIVE hardbound books to baler last Christmas vacation just for this paper and then, whamm!! – major disappointment – what a great way of making us all feel our efforts were not appreciated or rewarded, at all.
I told my mom about it – through text. that is probably how I really am. I am used to telling my parents if I fail a quiz, if I was having difficulties reciting in class, if I get a low grade in an exam because it is my way of not letting them expect too much from me. (although I fairness to them, they never pressure me into becoming an achiever, especially since I got into college. I remember my mom telling me when I was reviewing for a chem. long test – she was like “ano yan? Wag mo nang review-hin yan, hindi mo naman kailangan iyan sa course mo eh” hehe. Wow, mama, thanks.)
ok, back to the present. And when she replied, she sent me a message which said “ hayaan mo na iyon anak. Isipin mo na lang marami ngayon ang mga tsunami victims.” Hehe.. hehe.. I couldn’t help but laugh – of course, just to myself – I don’t want the people in the sunken garden to think im crazy, right? hmm, yes, there is truth to that but if we think about it, my problem and the problem of the tsunami victims are both problems but just not on the same level. But anyway, thanks to my mama, that made me smile - made me feel better somehow. ‘That’s a classic’, to quote my friend bianx.