Doubting

Christmas Vacation

At last...one more week till Christmas vacation. Although yes, I'm still nervous since this week will be one heck of a week. Everyone knows that.

I've got three long tests, an essay, and a yet-to-be-practiced skit waiting for me on Monday. After that, a day of guilt since I still have to submit a very late work to my Life Science teacher, and an STR project to report, with the final paper due last Thursday but yet to be submitted. Then, starting on Wednesday, a three-day periodic exam. I still haven't finished my Les Miserables, which will be our exam for English.

Hmm...

Nonetheless, I am excited to finally end the third quarter. That means results for college will be coming in, and I'll finally get off my back the anxiety that I might not have passed any entrance exam. Mind you, those were just two exams. It will be a shame if I don't get into any school. *sigh* I do hope I get into one...

Then, celebration of Christmas, reunion with relatives who live abroad, New Year's reunion with relatives I've seen only once, maybe twice, and...yeah...I kind of miss them. o.o

Not to mention I'll be able to turn on my Playstation and write again. =D

...should I be happy with this result or not?

Color Quiz... >3

Angelica took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Her need to feel more causative and to have a wide..." Click here to read the rest of the results.

Why do I need a title?

Well...it's not like the post will be interesting or exciting...or jolly and happy...I know, I know, I post a lot of sadness and little of joy. But that's what my blog is for...

Another fight with my father. That is what it is. Is my growing up such a failure? Am I not supposed to speak at all or do what I want to do? Am I supposed to obey them, answering all their questions even if my mood isn't very good at all?

I think they're asking for a robot daughter. For once I want to live my life, and for them to leave me alone and solve my problems alone. But will they do that? No. Ever since I got that freaking failing grade in economics, they've been intruding into my schedule, my activities. Yes, I am aware of my education, but they don't have to force me to do anything when I don't my mind on it.

And so, for a whole weekend, my head was hot and my sight was dark. I was not myself. Maybe I was, but I don't really know. By Monday, I just wanted to be quiet because  wanted to repress my anger, but my father thought the other way around. He asked and asked, until at the end I snapped at him. And then he got angry. And there you go. Now I'm the one who's wrong. Now I'm the one who doesn't have the right mind. Now I'm crazy? Now I'm rebellious?

I've done what they wanted me to do. I got into this freaking school, didn't I? I took that review and those exams, didn't I? This is childishness, I know, but still...they keep comparing me to my sister, as if they want me to be her. Don't they understand we're different children? I have my addictions, big deal, but my failing econ was just because I don't like the subject. They didn't even look at my other grades...