FAIR ENOUGH...

I have never in my life dreamed of failing a subject and repeating it once the waiting is over.

I always study my lessons, prepare a lot and participate in class discussion coz i always wanted to the best in class.

Since I started going to college, receiving a grade lower than 2.25 or 3.00 is a shocker and kinda depressing in a way that you've never ever gotten that kind of percentage back in elementary and high school in regards to your performance in class. Sad to say it happened. Not once, not twice, not even thrice. I was like "so this is college life?? now it freaks me out big time.."

Most of my grades in minor subject are just fine, average, just right, not to brag with my friends. But when it comes to my major subject, it’s extremely different..

3.00 is the name of the game. A student in my school who happened to have the same course as I do was like “get used to it, it’ll be forever”. At first I was still surprised knowing that all my sweats were dropping nonstop while working 24/7 and got wasted without even feeling the happiness entering my melancholy system but as the semester goes by, 3.00 is always present. It sometimes even says “hello”. It’s everywhere! It's like stalking me stealthily and plays hide and seek to distract my hyper personality.

"3.00 is the value of my work in school. 3.00 is the reason why i missed my best friend's debut. 3.00 is the worth of not sleeping for 2 days every time we have a plate, and being away from class just to finish that freakin requirement."

Sometimes I feel like giving up because it's killing me but I have to do this no mater what! I always tell myself that I ain’t getting a grade lower than 3.00. Had enough of this. Good thing my parents don't set expectations and good thing i didn't have honors and awards back in my elementary and HS days coz they're gonna freak out if they find out how stupid their son is..

Finally, the time has come. It has arrived with a capital A. The moment that will change my life, my whole entire life. “I got 5.00 in design 5” and that's just insane!

The feeling was like, I was pounded into pieces, powdered. It deeply hurt me, I recovered but not fully. The pain was still inside me and it just didn't wanna go.

DESIGN requires a lot of physical strength, creativity and powerful design aesthetic which welcome and boast my weaknesses. “I did not finish 2 out of 4 esquisses and HE failed my final plate which i think is not worth failing at all” that’s why I got 5.00.

I’m really disappointed but at the same time proud of myself. I took my ability to the next level. I raised the bar. Did everything. Did not drop or withdraw the subject. Fought for it, bad news is, I lost the game..

But it’s all good. It’s part of life. I was the one who handled the stirring wheel too bad I struggled, bumped and crushed the car while driving…more bad news, it's not even my own car, pity me.. :(

(Alrighty, this one was actually my fourth post back in my blog page on friendster, I'm okay now, don't worry haha and one more thing, the picture i used here is my friend's work area, couldn't find mine and have no time to take another picture of it coz my work space now is so freakin messy hahaha ^^)