This is the end of the first term of this year. I will have at least a week to prepare for the next term, if I will be able to enrol or if I would be readmitted again, that is.

Looking back, I think this has been the most perilous term for me in Mapua including my high school since 1996. And once again, I did not emerge victorious against the challenge.

This has always been me, I bravely put myself up to the test and rarely survive triumphantly. I always end up either half or brain dead and now I feel like a multiple-dead rotten animal.

My Aunt Nancy will be home from Wisconsin, with her husband, on Friday. And together with my family, we will go to Bicol over the weekend but I will be home before next week for work. I will also get to have the chance to have the eight-hour shift on the whole of next week and my coach, Tinx and Armi placed a bet if I could do just that.

One thing I still have to worry about is how to tell Mama about my Design 2 subject and my readmission status. Another test, after the other.. and the school's already over. Darn.