cmon girl.

grades. grades. grades.

in ny my sense of satisfaction was always very high. i slp less than 5 hrs everyday during some times. but always, i knew where i was heading, i knew that even though i was working so freaking hard, eventually, i'll still get something. when i painstakingly finish a report, a project....
because the eventual grade never mattered. when i printed out the document, i have already graded myself. ny life was busy... so so busy.

in hc.. now that's where i understood the meaning of hectic. hectic brings in the connotation of not just busy, but a frantic mad rush, confusing kind of life. that's what hc seems to be. i don't know where im going more than half the time. i ask myself what im doing and never seem to find the answer. i work harder than those ard me but achieve less. much less. everything seems to be abt grades. abt testimonials. abt doing for the sake of doing. i signed up for bio, chem, math, art but half the time i feel like im in greek classes. it seems my goal is to just do well, academically. my As and then my uni....

but a goal shdn be something you have to want. it's something you want to have...