her.
Trixie
16 years old, trapped in an 11-year old's body
loves the scent of: cupboards, air conditioners, coffee, cinammon, and Bayo (as in the store)
moods too easily swayed by whatever music is playing
fickle, undecided, impatient, paranoid
Jason Mraz ♥
likes things clean, but is pretty messy
interested in photography (haha as if)
out of words
Tuesday, September 11, 2007!
HandWritten on; 2:51 AM
I have never been the type who'd be excessively concerned with her grades. Okay, so I do care about my grades a lot but I'm not the type who'd mind getting 87s in Algebra while most of the outstanding students get 92s or 93s. I mean, seriously, it's totally okay. But the last time I got a grade worse than this was way back in Grade 3, Computer Class. Mama talked to my teacher then, and guess what? My grade skyrocketed 7 points the next trimester. I think it was a mindless mistake on the part of my teacher. But this is totally different. This is, by far, the lowest grade I've gotten since I step foot in high school. And it would've been totally fine with me if it was PE because I've long accepted the fact that I have not been the least bit blessed with athletic abilities. BUT HELLO. Honestly speaking, I am deeply irritated and disappointed. But I shall not name names, nor shall I curse, because that would simply be going against my principles, especially in blogging. However, when I say that this is completely unjust, I am not only speaking for myself but for the rest of the the people in my batch who are probably going as ballistic as I am right now.
I am definitely thinking about law school now more than ever. Justice seriously needs to be served.
