I'm dying to explain my heart to you now.

1/14/08

No matter what Mrs.Blanco does, no matter how much effort she exerts, no matter how hard she thinks about it, and no matter how much she thinks she's got it right this time, she's wrong. She will never, ever find a way of formulating a decent seating arrangement. No matter what she does, she will never stop iii3's madness. Stop trying too much Ms. We're born to cause riot.

Let's take a look shall we? Now, I'm seated beside Charmagne and Krizzia. Still, I am retained in the front row. But I've been upgraded! I think. I'm not in the aisle anymore! I've passed that dreadful seat to Krizzia. But does that prove to all of you how OUT OF CONTROL I am? Hahaha. Even Cel was transferred to 1st row. Goodluck texting, Cel. Haha.

Is it me or does bad luck follow me? Not only me. Even Marge, Cel and Avery. This week, we've all been caught sleeping during class. It's funny, actually. Hahaha. In my instance, I was caught during, what else, Advance Algebra pd. I was already half-asleep when all of a sudden, I heard Mrs.Blanco's voice shouting, 'MIN! What is the coordinates of this point?'[Yeah, another highlight. MRS.BLANCO CALLS ME 'Min' now. Hahaha.]. I quickly jerked from my seat and in a very diplomatic way, complete with the blank face, uttered, 'Uhh.......' So humiliating. I mean, come on. Those are coordinates. Even froshies can answer that. But hello. I just woke up! So I composed myself and answered correctly after 3 minutes or so of 'Uhh..'. Worse part? Mrs.Alcabedas, i think or Sr.Jo was way behind the classroom evaluating. Greeaat.

^Still in front row. Raaaar.

^DORI!

^HAHAHAHA!! Boredom caused this!

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