June 23, 2023
I woke up late. See, my phone was taken away last night, and all my physical alarm clocks are pretty much busted. They do make awesome displays, though. But I woke up in a state of panic. Why? I personally would never stand my friend up. After showering, I grabbed my phone which, by some stroke of weird luck, still had a decent battery percentage. I went straight to school, where I had originally planned to meet my friend. Brie was already there because she had her varsity training thing. I needed to get my yearbook and report card. We had coordinated matching outfits because we thought it would be cool. After I finished my small side quests, we proceeded to the mall. I'll talk about my report card later so the summary of my day would flow better. Honestly, when I first saw it, I just ignored it and forced myself to act like it didn't exist for the whole day.
Continuing with my day, me and Brie finally arrived at the mall. I kept making "I'm Moose" jokes, and we were having a great time. I did a bit of retail therapy, which we don't talk about. We met up with Bokuto and had some milk tea. I was their adopted child. We visited a few shops and strolled around. Since our primary reason for the hangout was to watch Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse, we checked the showtimes and chose the nearest one. Brie bought us popcorn while Bokuto went to get food from the food court. Brie and I entered the cinema. Bokuto followed. It was epic. I might post a review of it somewhere online because I always have a lot to say. Anyway, surprisingly no one has had their first meal of the day yet. We opted for Bonchon. I was playing main character, and quoting the movie. I dragged that out with more main character dialogues. Why? Movie effect. Nah, I'm kidding. I've been doing that the entire week. We exchanged stories then did karaoke. After doing a few other activities, I decided to head home early.
I got home and ran straight to my room. I couldn't call Sirko because I knew she was asleep due to our time zone difference, so I decided to call Skylar instead. At this point, I feel like I owe my whole life to him. I sobbed when I showed him my report card,but he ended up bursting in laughter when he did see it. Just to provide some context, I had the highest grade in my strand, possibly, but it wouldn't be recognized because I was going to be disqualified. The same teacher I've complained about multiple times in this blog, gave me a final grade that would prevent me from being part of the honors, even though I had maintained the highest possible grade in every subject. Her score alone brought everything down (though I'm still the highest, even with her nerf, by the way). What's sad is the fact that that all my teachers and classmates would probably be so confused as to why I wouldn't graduate as a valedictorian when I had earned every top score ever, so that made me cry even more. Skylar tried to reassure me, saying it's okay if I don't get recognized. That sometimes, being lowkey is good too. I get that and I'm fine with it, but the fact that I had been putting in an average of 10-hour study sessions daily just to be at the top made it all feel like a waste. I'm not crying because I can't accept this result (At least not until I check it up with her first) but it's so disheartening and demotivating. This is gonna spiral me and I don't like it. I could swear I looked awful in the FaceTime, sniffling and sobbing and it's a huge pitiful sight. He tried to convince me that it must have been an error. To distract myself, I gave him a tour of the yearbook since I had received mine early. The yearbook was kinda bad. In my defense, they barely used the yearbook we designed before because I was part of the yearbook committee back then. Anyway, Skylar managed to make me feel better, and I told him I had to end the call. I had only eaten one meal the entire day, and my tears were literally burning my skin. Well, at least I got a Millennium Falcon from Pandora.
I talked to my parents about it, and they suggested I write an appeal. I followed their advice and wrote the appeal. They told me they'd help and have another professional proofread it. It still hurts a lot. I don't want to say I don't deserve this of all people, but seeing how all my friends were also questioning how this might've happened makes me believe this is just a huge mistake. But then again, I know that particular teacher has this weird hatred for girls since she came from an all boys school. It's a weird complex.
There are people who we might call emotional contagion agents. A Negative Nancy if you will. They bring everyone around them down when they're in a bad mood. I've done a bit of my research on them back then because I used to hate it whenever I become victim to this negative emotional ripple effect. These people usually ends up draining the energy of everyone in their vicinity. While I understand where they might be coming from, and I know that sometimes a little selfishness is necessary to go about this world, that's simply not who I am. Instead of carrying that burden throughout the day, and sharing that baggage with other people, I'lla always choose to let it go. Was I on the verge of tears in the beginning? Possibly. But I made my problem cease to exist temporarily just so I wouldn't affect those around me. There are many things beyond my control. okr cnms qdzc sghr ozqs. g dcjr zyb clmsef rfyr g uyq rfgpb-ufccjgle. g rpgcb kw zcqr rm ecr rfc rum md rfck rm ryji, ctcl rfmsef g amsjb ajcypjw qcc rfyr g uyq rfc npmzjck, ctcl gd lcgrfcp md rfck ybkgrrcb gr. ufw uyq ctcl rfcpc gl rfc dgpqr njyac? gr uyq zcaysqc md rfc aw aypb, y aypb kw dpgclbq sqc zcaysqc md kw emmb qampcq ugrf ctcpw nypclr. zsr g bgbl'r kglb rfyr, zcgle rfc pcyqml; g uylrcb rm qnclb rgkc ugrf kw dpgclb ylb uyraf rfc kmtgc rmm. lmrgacyzjw, fyjduyw rfpmsef, rfcw zmrf qryprcb rm qgli glrm rfgq fmppgzjc kmmb. g ynnpmyafcb cyaf md rfck qcnypyrcjw, spegle rfck rm hsqr ryji rm cyaf mrfcp. g uyq zypcjw fmjbgle kwqcjd rmecrfcp, wcr g amlrglscb rm bm kw zcqr rm jgefrcl rfc kmmb. g bml'r ilmu ufw g zjykcb kwqcjd rfc clrgpc lgefr, zsr g amltglacb kwqcjd rfyr g uyq rfcpc yq yl cvasqc, ylb gd g fybl'r zccl rfcpc, lmlc md gr umsjb fytc fynnclcb. ufyrctcp rfc pcyqml, gr uyql'r kw sqsyj zcfytgmp rm zjykc kwqcjd qm fypqfjw, zsr g dcjr rcppgzjc, cqncagyjjw qglac g uyq yjpcybw zjykgle kwqcjd dmp ylmrfcp npmzjck.