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//.introduction.//

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.Sunday, October 12, 2008 ' 12:07 AM Y

MaSci is gone?

In the middle of nowhere...
An adult interferes on a game a child plays...
The rules of the game changes...
Everybody's affected...

A child's play is supposed to be a child's play.
No adult should interfere.
But in this case...

Things change.

-mememe

//.what.i.have.to.say.//

As a freshmen of Manila Science High School... As a daughter and sister of an alumnus of the said school... I guess I know the Mascian 101. They have warned me of what's in here. Sleepless nights, loads of homework, TRADITION OF EXCELLENCE.

But, as what Ate Diana Orolfo posted in the Multiply Site of the SSG, I am perfectly ashamed of how the parents of the freshmen are behaving. They're like children themselves; they keep on reclaiming. Who wanted to study here? They had a choice themselves.

I admit that we freshmen are pretty much boastful and very rude in our age. We have no right to reclaim when we're just starting.

As stated here, I will say what I have to say in every proof they stated.

//.proof.1.//

Like the proof said, 7 o'clock classes changed to 8.

I graduated at my old school where in we start our Flag Ceremony at 7 and usually end at 7:15, except of there are programs and stuff. At 7:30 we start our classes.

I wake up at 5:00 am everyday when I was at elementary. My service picks me up at 6 and by 6:40-6:50 we're already at school.

I got used to this 7 o'clock routine. Why not them? I understand that they're from public schools and such, but heck. They can adjust too. As for me, I'm adjusting again since I slept much at summer vacation. But I already did, and now I'm back to my old routine.

The point is, why the hell would the parents ask for THAT? Last year, we lived in Caloocan and my sister usually sleeps at 12 or 1 am and wake up at 4 am. And she never reclaimed. My brother was also the same.

If they can do it, why not us freshmen?

//.proof.2.//

The reducing of assignments.

Very childish. I should say that their children are just plain LAZY. (I'm not saying that I'm not.)

Too much assignments, pfft. Whatever. Why don't they just change schools so they become honors. That would be much effortless, now, wouldn't it?

//.proof.3.//

Useless subjects. Reduce.

Besides from Nihonggo, which was dissolved, according to Ma'am Arellano since we don't have our Nihonggo teacher, I would admit the other subjects are really useful. (NOT that I'm saying that Nihonggo is useless... We just don't have a teacher. And I know a few Japanese myself.)

Oh c'mon. You came to Masci to learn more. Not less. What would your dismissal be, then? 2? 3? Shameless parents.

//.proof.4.//

Principal rarely allows students to join contests.

We are to sustain the Tradition, not to cut it short! At my brother's batch, they ruled. I saw my brother's potential. I saw him show his self. The side of him that I didn't even saw even once.

Why not participate on contests? This would show a student's potential. A very hidden potential that can only be seen HERE in Masci.

//.proof.5.//

Teachers accommodate 2 sections at a time.

Now who's straining? Who should be?

We should be the one exerting the effort, not them. They're here to teach. And we're here to exert effort and learn. They end up getting more load of work, stress, effort. 60 pupils a time is already straining. I guess people lack mercy if they themselves are not involved, huh?

//.am.i.afraid.//

HELL NO. If I was, well, I guess I shouldn't have the guts to finish this post. I told my side. I hope the GREAT freshmen out there tell this to their wonderful parents. That would be much helpful. So they would have a clue on what REAL Tradition is. I don't want them changing the rules. They're not a GOD.

If they think they're helping, guess what? THEY AREN'T. They're turning Masci to a normal public school. KNOCK-KNOCK, eggheads. This is Manila SCIENCE High School.

Oh damn, I'm pissed.

//.art.music.passion.//


Unheard Whispers.

Inaudible cries.




What am I?

A demon in disguise.

I am Arimi.
I am a simple girl in a complicated world.
Blindfolded. Lost in someone else's world.
Alive, and still breathing.
What am I exactly?
I say I'm a demon.
Scary, huh?

Cravings

Wishlist.

I crave for chocolate.
For yaoi.
For more.
For a tablet.
To have a Tegaki E account.
Won't happen.

One word. ESCAPE.

GET AWAY FROM HERE.

My confidante, and sister.

Poison in my ears.

Listen to the forbidden fruit on my ears.

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