True. Going through all those stress, tension, and trauma was like hanging yourself. It was like committing suicide. It was like leading yourself to DEATH. Since I'm obliged to enumerate to you my woeful experiences, I would only give you those that my neurons and my cardiac organ can handle. I have to end here. My neurons and my cardiac organ couldn't take this remembering of woeful experiences any longer. I'd probably have a different entry about the exams some other time. Right now, I just have to listen to the sound of the falling rain and eradicate the stress, the tension, and the trauma that have haunted my life for some time. So long. Enjoy the rain. - yves ayingAfter all those stressful days, nothing could be more soothing than hearing nothing but raindrops falling on your rooftop.
I have indulged myself in so much stress these past few days. I'm glad that the first quarter of nervous tension, mandatory homeworks, and traumatic quizzes has finally come to an end. The only task I'm left with is this damn blog (ok, that wasn't serious).
Though it's none of my interest to chronicle every stress, every tension, and every traumatic piece of my woeful senior life, I figured out I have to for the sake of Mr. Mahilum (hihi).
I have to start this long list of stress, tension, and trauma by describing you the exact emotion I was feeling. There couldn't be a better description of what I was feeling than this: 
2 Saturdays back, we had this Buwan ng Wika thing. Aside from the food, nothing made that day different. It was just one of those stressful days no levelheaded student would want. We had to practice for this competition while all the other students are having fun. That made this day a day of wretchedness. I had to sacrifice one free day for that same competition. A monday back, we had to meet at Toni's house to come up with a presentation for that Madulang Sabayang Pagbigkas. I had to open my mouth, move my muscles, and basically function according to some senseless instructions without having even just water breaks for like 5 hours.I had to ruin my pants for that same competition, AGAIN. I had to perform in front of some critics and some students (which include pixie) with pants na butas [i don't how to say that in English - wahahahaha]. It got "butas" in one of the practices we had earlier that day.The day of the competition. I just feel the need of telling you that this is like one day before exams. I had to wear some stupid costumes worth P365 (which, by the way, I haven't paid yet - wahaha), eat my lunch for approximately 8 minutes, and nonetheless, realize how foolish I looked like in the performance. Though my previous statements are quite pessimistic, I have to be optimistic for once. We emerged victorious. That victory of ours, though not that sweet, somehow wiped out all my negative views on this.Exams.
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