yesterday was the suckiest of all sucky days of my first semester in college.

imagine, having to study until your brain starts short-circuiting,

imagine letting yourself go through a very uncomfortable experience, consciously and willingly,because you know that come long test day, it would be all worth it.

well that's what I did, and all those optimistic forecasts about this long test and my exemption for the finals, turned out to be just forecasts, just forecasts!

the long test was scheduled at 7:30 am-8:20 am (pretty short time for a 100 points test)...

guess what time I took up the test..

7:30? no. 7:31? no. 7:45? no. 8:00, ka-ching, you hit the jackpot.

F**** (note: secret letters, are all in capital form).

who the heck in his right mind, rouses up at 7:55 am, knowing deep down in his unconscious (and conscious) that he has a very important long test to take at 7:30 am?

my guess: myself, my roommate, and my other blockmate in Eliazo (all dormers, by the way).

i went inside the room where the test was held and the first thing that the assistant instructor told me was-- what happened to you
i just looked at him, got the white test paper that he gave to me, and hurriedly ran to my seat in the room.

i looked at the testpaper, and gloomly thought

s***, i'm never gonna be able to finish this test on time.

20 minutes passed and I almost felt like crying right there and then.

too bad for me.

too bad, because, again, I personified (from head to toe) the notion of a BIG DISAPPOINTMENT.

and the worse thing is, I was able to blow my chances to do good, in a thing that I was suppose to be good at.

evidently, aptitude isn't everything, heck, it only barely matters in the grand scheme of things.

a sense of responsibility, matters more.

big lesson for the next weeks and semester ahead.