Four Things

Why am I so lazy? The notion of me being responsible is laughable, my laughter is quite indistinguishable when the topic's brought up.

Before I continue writing this post, one thing that needs to get out there is that I failed two of my subjects this 1st semester. And how do I feel about it? Let's just say the words "great" and "awesome" are very inappropriate at this time in my life.

Things should have been easier. I get that. With 2 subjects already off my plate (due to failing one subject prior), my load is lighter. Therefore, easier to have dealt with. Plus, most subjects were easy. I'm not trying to sound cocky, but in retrospect to previous semesters, this one was actually a load off.

Taking the shit for granted? Maybe. Probable, most likely.

It's not actually a surprise to anyone, especially me that I failed. Actually, I had predicted such an occurrence and just kind of wished it wouldn't come true. But alas, the sisters of fate just wanted to pull my threads and prove I am the psychic they wanted me to be. (Note to self: New goal in life, be a psychic.)

My classmate once told me sometime after the 1st semester of last year (which I passed) that if I had failed during that ordeal, she wouldn't have been surprised. And that she's also not surprised to find out that we were still classmates during that semester. Well, I'm not surprised we're still gonna be classmates for failing a subject or two (for her) that semester.

Well, it's not as easy as being a regular irregular student. Although being an irregular student made it easy per se, the addition of one plus subject on my load was a heavy add-on. It was like ordering a burger meal at McDonald's, but supersized, if they still had that. (Refer to film: Supersize Me) For regular students it was like having the same meal except that burger's a quarter pounder, or a half, or a whole. You pick, you have to be a regular student though.

The perfect metaphor for being a regular student.

Once a upon a before my failure, I once bragged to a friend of mine for failing a few subjects that I was still a regular student. I joke to him about it because he takes it pretty lightly, doesn't take it in too deep. And during this semester when I was already an irregular student, he didn't taunt me about it. It's either because I might take it badly and unfriend him on facebook or because he knows I could just as easily get back at him. Nevertheless, not a peep from that guy. Not a word.

Delayed anyway. This isn't really a bad thing. Considering the fact that I already am dialing back another year because of one failure, I might as well fail a few subjects for the hell of it. Well, the idea is that if I passed every single one of my subjects, the course load next year would be like a feather. With my calculations with the present class schedule, I would have had classes only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays; half days, no less.

But with my idiocy, I decided to fail as to fatten the feather up. If we refer back to the metaphor, all I've left eating is a bun and  fry. That is all there is really to make me sleep at night.

Timing. My timing has been off with the teachers. During practical exams, I'd get picked and everything that comes out, I don't get. There was this instance though, the most giving teacher had picked me. BUT, at the last possible moment she gets switched to my least favorite teacher, which in turn failed me. It was like sitting on an invisible chair while playing Trip to Jerusalem.

Of course, if I had studied, the teacher wouldn't have mattered. But in all fairness, it would have helped. See, there is an open challenge to anyone who can make the most hardcore teacher give them the highest mark possible, if not, at least a passing grade. Most of these challenges are neglected, unlucky ones just wished they died on the spot.

As a friend of mine told me, just recently in fact, that good education takes time. Well, how good an education am I supposed to get if I'm stuck like this for four years less of a decade?

Damn, I'm reading too much Crack, I mean Cracked.

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Good education takes time? Screw you, Jame.