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A couple of minutes ago, after talking to Joseph, I went to the dining to tell my parents that he's coming over tomorrow afternoon.
Y:"Ma, maggogrocery ba tayo tomorrow?"
M:"Oo, mga hapon."
Y:"Bili tayo notebook ko ha?" [which, when answered in the affirmative, would be followed by "what time? punta siya dito eh".]
And it's all because of the following that I'm writing this.
D:"Ano? Notebook? Hindi na kailangan yan. Andito lang yan o [pointing to his temple]."
Then he, or rather, they went on delivering their sermon again. That I should now study all the time. That I must almost absolutely forget about watching TV. And that I should lessen my sleeping time. And I should always ask questions. And I should.....
Dang, I wish they were me this week.
They're right, I know. But the thing is, I know what I'm doing. I know that by Tuesday I'm again a goner in this house. They won't see me. They cannot talk to me. And if they could, I'd probably be in a bad mood.
And it's not like I'm going to school on Monday. And I honestly don't think that the geekiest, smartest kid [err, that's a goat] person in school is actually studying tonight.
This is different than college, I know. Different from any other school or program I've been on. But for goodness' sake give me some slack. I think I deserve the right to breathe, for one last time, before the real war begins.
Guess I won't go to that party for freshmen on Saturday huh.
Y:"Ma, maggogrocery ba tayo tomorrow?"
M:"Oo, mga hapon."
Y:"Bili tayo notebook ko ha?" [which, when answered in the affirmative, would be followed by "what time? punta siya dito eh".]
And it's all because of the following that I'm writing this.
D:"Ano? Notebook? Hindi na kailangan yan. Andito lang yan o [pointing to his temple]."
Then he, or rather, they went on delivering their sermon again. That I should now study all the time. That I must almost absolutely forget about watching TV. And that I should lessen my sleeping time. And I should always ask questions. And I should.....
Dang, I wish they were me this week.
They're right, I know. But the thing is, I know what I'm doing. I know that by Tuesday I'm again a goner in this house. They won't see me. They cannot talk to me. And if they could, I'd probably be in a bad mood.
And it's not like I'm going to school on Monday. And I honestly don't think that the geekiest, smartest kid [err, that's a goat] person in school is actually studying tonight.
This is different than college, I know. Different from any other school or program I've been on. But for goodness' sake give me some slack. I think I deserve the right to breathe, for one last time, before the real war begins.
Guess I won't go to that party for freshmen on Saturday huh.
