Alive and not so well...

Yeah, i got my report card. I passed and i'm alive. Barely.

Piles of homework and the freaking ACET which has given me a new reason for buffing up my tombstone. If i dont pass, the shame will kill me more effectively than any amount of pork you can shove down my throat. Man. Taking accounting was one big mistake. I don't know what's more important to me now, accounting homework or the ACET. The answer should be pretty obvious, but i don't want another low accounting grade on my report card.

Whatever. I'm going to Ateneo. I'm going to Ateneo and i' not going to be a fucking accountant because taking up accounting as my elective was the most painfully dreadful thing i have forced myself into doing.

FYI: Going over income statements and all that shit is one literary snoozefest.

Grade-consciousness has turned us into slaves the way consumerism has turned the human race into zombies.

I am not stupid. I am lazy. My grades are not a reflection of my intellectual prowess. It is a reflection of how much of myself i have given up to satisfy human ideals in this world of power suits and the intangible, unknown Big Brother that has infiltrated the human life system like a virus. If an A means i am society's slave, then i would rather get an F for everything. Unless i find my purpose, i don't see the use in putting so much effort.

I'm not going to study hard just to become another nurse.

Good luck to all ACET takers.

Aloha

My name is Camille Martinez and tomorrow i will die.

I may be exaggerating. I didn't get a conference slip, but i know i sucked eggs in the first quarter.

This is my last first quarter in St. Paul College, Pasig and i'm screwing everything up. I'm a failure. I suck. Sucky Ducky. I am such a shame. I might as well drink a whole container of Zonrox and get it over with.

I greet you today with a new blog. Aloha and welcome. At the same time Aloha and goodbye.

Send me your prayers. I love you.

Camille