My proto-college life seems a year-long of roller coaster emotions---talking about dramas and blissful days. Albeit merely on the former. Hell, wait. you know it. I was (and will always be) the first naysayer of me studying in a school I never wanted to enter. And it's now an established fact. Some black horses gave me a reason to loathe more my first year in college and push me to a near-decision of transferring to other school. Though I never wanted to discuss the real score of the grapple between me and the so-called black horses (consult Mr.Webster for its meaning) I have no choice. Apparently, it was the highlight of my first year in college. How I wish I just took Dental Technology as my course so I can graduate in no time. But never mind. I'm now here. I need to work this course out.
Anyway, likewise as I said, it's an over spoil story to narrate all over again. i don't want to blurted out who is the real culpable of the fight. No on I think. It was a clashed of totally opposing personalities. They just over-reacted with my words-of-redemption to, yes, cheaters. I already regret my wrong tweets. Now i know---Facebook is public and Twitter is private. They're totally different site ready to indulge your burst of emotions. just don't post it on wrong persons if you don't want o meet your very own nemesis.
Another rue thing happened to me is the long-over consequences of chicken pox. It literally made a mark in my life----notwithstanding the scars on my skin. With that, I'd almost boil in shame for others' discern. the derogating facade on their faces were worst than their utter berate. Somehow, as I wrote this, the scars are all lighten up. Nevertheless, more serious problem had divert my overreacting attention. I had been pull out from the top, down to the fiendish spot---6th. And you know, I'm a very sensitive and tearjerker person. By being sensitive as I said, I became so depress and futile along those days. Then one day, my emotions just suddenly burst like a volcano rupture ready to turn into debris all the things it will go through. So you expected that I will berate? No, I didn't. I'd never been so vocal with my feelings. I found myself convenient to what Twitter could provide---a wall that I can spank without any complain. I typed all my tribulations concerning the unfair byproduct of cheating. I became so demented that I forgot there were eyes watching me---and my tweets, particularly. And ka-boom! Inane shout outs started to appear. unsavory words of redemption came out form the mouth of those muckraker. Their offensive stench cover the whole ambiance of our classroom. I considered it as an infernal room with no escape door.
In the first place, I accepted it as a mere karma for me to compensate. But as time went by, their attacks had been so nonsense and immature. They became so inadvertent on downgrading others. Unfortunately, my friends had to take their burden. I tried to reach out and spoke to them but they refuse. They're so hardheaded and egotistical. I've became so numb, so enigmatic just to ignore their repulsive attack. I bear it until last day of the classes.
Now, I'm in an emotional, anti-traumatic rest. I've been subtle. It won't be long and 2nd year will start. I'm looking forward to a "better" school year. And I'm expecting they'll move on to yesterday's bum.
Anyway, likewise as I said, it's an over spoil story to narrate all over again. i don't want to blurted out who is the real culpable of the fight. No on I think. It was a clashed of totally opposing personalities. They just over-reacted with my words-of-redemption to, yes, cheaters. I already regret my wrong tweets. Now i know---Facebook is public and Twitter is private. They're totally different site ready to indulge your burst of emotions. just don't post it on wrong persons if you don't want o meet your very own nemesis.
Another rue thing happened to me is the long-over consequences of chicken pox. It literally made a mark in my life----notwithstanding the scars on my skin. With that, I'd almost boil in shame for others' discern. the derogating facade on their faces were worst than their utter berate. Somehow, as I wrote this, the scars are all lighten up. Nevertheless, more serious problem had divert my overreacting attention. I had been pull out from the top, down to the fiendish spot---6th. And you know, I'm a very sensitive and tearjerker person. By being sensitive as I said, I became so depress and futile along those days. Then one day, my emotions just suddenly burst like a volcano rupture ready to turn into debris all the things it will go through. So you expected that I will berate? No, I didn't. I'd never been so vocal with my feelings. I found myself convenient to what Twitter could provide---a wall that I can spank without any complain. I typed all my tribulations concerning the unfair byproduct of cheating. I became so demented that I forgot there were eyes watching me---and my tweets, particularly. And ka-boom! Inane shout outs started to appear. unsavory words of redemption came out form the mouth of those muckraker. Their offensive stench cover the whole ambiance of our classroom. I considered it as an infernal room with no escape door.
In the first place, I accepted it as a mere karma for me to compensate. But as time went by, their attacks had been so nonsense and immature. They became so inadvertent on downgrading others. Unfortunately, my friends had to take their burden. I tried to reach out and spoke to them but they refuse. They're so hardheaded and egotistical. I've became so numb, so enigmatic just to ignore their repulsive attack. I bear it until last day of the classes.
Now, I'm in an emotional, anti-traumatic rest. I've been subtle. It won't be long and 2nd year will start. I'm looking forward to a "better" school year. And I'm expecting they'll move on to yesterday's bum.
"Look forward to tomorrow, but can I leave yesterday behind"A song played.
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