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.