- Friday: I had my first CSDC meeting and I am in team Foxtrot. Yeah baby! Ma'am Puyat and Ma'am Tanjangco are kick-ass senior officers and I'm quite excited for the actual thing. I'm a bit scared though because I have this feeling I'm going to mess up BIG time. I always seem to anyway. I got home late and I was so sleepy, I dropped dead.
I had absolutely no idea what happened to me that evening, because I was just so tired. The school bus brought me home late due to the annoying traffic along Katipunan and that really got me angry. To think we were only three in the school bus, and I got home even later. Then again, Greenhills is always a pain in the ass in the afternoons, so I must have known what I was getting into.
- Saturday: I wake up so so so late and deliberate whether I would consider myself a useless student if I attended Fete De La Musique at Eastwood with my cousins and siblings. More on this later, but let's just say, I am a very very very very happy girl.
Seriously, I'm still smiling now.
- Sunday: It's Father's Day and we go eat out with my dad. Obviously, it's his day. I try to cram as much as I can as I am such an irresponsible student who just doesn't know when to do her work. Evil kid. I go to mass in the morning with Guel and Pamy and we bump into our village friends -- not that I have too many.
The point is, I remembered that Allan is already in college! Oh my! We talk about how he is at UST. He's taking Architecture and all that jazz. The thing is, it's so cool because we're usually in the same school group: grade school, high school, etc; and now, he's in college and I'm still in high school. Sure, I'm a senior, but all of a sudden he seems so old.
I'm happy for him though, because he's got a whole new world of friends to conquer and I know how excited he is about that. It makes me see how fast school is. He was just in Grade 7 before and now, he's a freshman in college. Soon, we'll be in the same school group again.
Today, things have gone absolutely fast. I didn't think it would be this quick. I was so freaking nervous this morning because I was going to read the First Reading in the Holy Spirit Mass. That's a big thing, because it was also Bishop Soc's last mass at school. The tributes to him were so sad. I almost cried. It's such a shame. We told him to come back for our graduation though, so that's a good thing.
The thing is, I lost my voice. How? I'll expound later on, but the fact is, this morning, I couldn't talk. I still can't right now, but it's not important anymore, as there are no people to spread the word of God to. Everyone listens to the First Reading. Or at least, I can admit that it's the one I remember the most, apart from the Gospel. Now, how am I supposed to read when I have no voice? I don't want to disappoint Hani either. She was so stressed already planning the entire thing and I felt really sorry for her.
I eventually run to the clinic and they give me some Diphlam. I'm not very sure how that's spelled, but it was like that anyway and voila! I got my voice back... somewhat. I could barely speak before the mass and I was trying my best to preserve my fragile voice too. I was praying so hard, I guess God took pity on me and gave me a voice for the reading, because right now, I can't speak. I can, but I don't exactly sound very pleasant.
But that doesn't matter, because my job has been done and done well, according to my teacher. Trust them to inflate an ego.
I am one lucky girl.