Day 2 (not a creative title)

Bonjour! Welcome back to the best-est (don't worry, we all know that isn't a word) blog in the world (and we also know that this isn't the best)! Just like what I said in my first one, there's never a day without a problem. Which means, this would be another blog with me, discussing my problems (cue the 'hoorays' and 'claps')! So let's get this started!

08/12/14

Today wasn't an unusual day. If you'd ask me what's an unusual day, that would be waking up perfectly to the chirps of the birds, where you get out of your house with a big smile because you didn't get shouted at, and of course, when you do everything perfectly at school. Today, I literally woke up to the screams of my guardian and the heat of the room (my guardian apparently knows my weakness, which is to turn off the fan to make it hot). My breakfast was a normal one, not too much rice and noodles. When I entered the restroom or bathroom or whatever it is called, I kind of took more than 25 minutes, which caused me to be a little late. We went out at around 7:05 (which is not that late). I didn't have a lot of problems yet, until the last period came. I should be happy because it is the last period for the day, but no, I felt really sad and worried, I mean come on, it is English after all.

English was pretty normal, nothing unusual happened, until I had to present. This is something I don't really like, because, one: I can't express my ideas well, even if I have practiced it for a million times, and two: because I can't speak in front of the class. I stutter (well, I don't really stutter) or get mental blocked when I see my classmates staring (staring is exaggerated) at you, waiting for you to explain what you have in mind. Not only that, your teacher is also there to watch you, and this, is very intense. It's because you are either prepared for your teacher's question or not, and for this presentation, I am the latter. 

Walking up in front of class unprepared (unprepared for the teacher's question) is like being a lawyer going to the Court without reviewing, seeing, or have heard the case (weird example). And as I said my two main reasons on why I don't like doing these, it happened awhile ago. I was mental blocked and I kept repeating the last words I've said. Oh, have I mentioned? I also say 'um' and 'ah' A LOT when presenting. After presenting with my partner, I knew we were getting a low grade on this one. It made me feel really bad because I know my partner did his job properly, and I didn't. This made me feel bad because I've let my team down, and I know I'm going to lead them down more often this quarter.

During the discussion, family and rewards were mentioned. When my classmate said that rewards don't stay with you until the end of the day (or forever) but your family does. I know this is really disrespectful, but I couldn't help but scoff in disbelief. This is really unusual for me, but even I couldn't believe I did that. It was a great thing no one else heard whatever I did or say, or else I would have just died in front of my class. When they also mentioned family and inspiration and motivation and etc, I teared up a little. I've got my issues, and I couldn't help but think on what the story was suppose to teach us. Minutes after that, I fell into silence and just copied notes. The rest of the time made me think of what the story was suppose to teach us, and while I stare down on the cracked floors, I realized that family is important.

The bell rang, and I still couldn't figure out what else the story had to teach. But my train of thoughts were cut-off when the officers (that includes me) needs to discuss something. So, we- officers had to discuss about the fund. We came up with ideas on how to do these and how much. In almost every offence you make, you have to pay from the range of P3.00-P20.00. In this way, we said that we would "achieve" discipline and a lot more. When we finished discussing, we headed off to the Creativity Room (I think that's what it's called), to do our homework and to discuss some more. In the Creativity Room, I listened to my group mates for our Filipino group work. We are suppose to do a tale, and it should be about bullying or anti-bullying(?), I forgot, but it's something like that. So my group mates and I started discussing ideas. While I try and suggest mine, they would say it isn't good or it's weird. So I kept my mouth shut, well actually I fought for my idea, but guess what? Mine lost, so I am forced to listen to the 'first idea' my group had. I wanted my idea to be used, so I suggested it to the other group. The other group said that it was worthless. I was hurt when the other group said that, I just wanted to help them by giving them my idea, but they didn't try and hear it out. 

I went home, nothing much happened. I am here again, sitting on our red long couch, chilling and talking to friends asking for dramatic answers- again. And here I am, ending this again with a French word. But first, a little fact about me!
Fact:
I am a pessimist because I realized that this is better than being a happy person. I'll explain further in the next blog (tomorrow)!
French word time!

Au revoir! :)