Depressing

Author's Note: I don't blame anyone on this post.If anyone is offended by this, I extend my apologies in advance. I hope that as you read my post, you'll understand my situation as I wrote this article right from the day it was written.  Thanks and may God bless you all.   

    Friday, November 18, 2011

    It was a simple morning. The shades of light penetrated our little classroom. Drafting class started at about 10:20 AM. There, we were about to deepen ourselves, especially our minds, on orthographic drawing and a bit of isometric drawing.

    Throughout the class, our teacher on that subject challenged us to figure out the different views of an object that he'll draw.

     The class was divided into 4 groups. 3 persons in each group have to get 3 different views of an object: the front, top, and the right side view. 1 person per view. In addition, each group would be given seven minutes to complete their views, and we have to make sure the teacher would approve them.

     When I had my turn-together with the other two-on the blackboard, I have to get the actual top view of the teacher's drawing. For seven minutes, I tried my best to make the drawn object's correct view from the top. And to a surprise, I got the right drawing of the view! However, depression would come along the way after these sort of activities.

     The drafting class was about to end, when the teacher gave us one last thing to do. He'll sketch the views, we'll draw the object. The first twenty to get the right figure will benefit from it points.

   I struggled to get the right figure. I sketched, I erased, I sketched again. I tried hard to draw the object. It takes time, and your mind,of course. While I did what I could, some of my classmates passed their sketches to the teacher in black garment. At first, the teacher disapproved their works. But then, gradually, they took their own slots in the first 20.

   Envy started lingering at me. Jealousy seemed to came upon this man. Though I didn't act upon it, the feelings remain. But, I don't want to let my envy ruin either me or my classmates!

   3 slots were left to occupy. I let the teacher check what I've made. The reply was "WRONG!"

   "WRONG!"

   The teacher uttered it sternly enough, just like someone with vigor and authority.

   So, I looked again at my work. What went wrong? What?, I thought.

   It seemed there's nothing wrong about my work, when all the slots were finally taken.

   I tried to figure out what should be done, when I just learned thereafter that something's not really included in the drawing of the right side view: there's no any slanting line in there! In what I've made in the yellow pad, the triangular slope there should be removed, and the drawing would be almost correct! But also, I have to include guidelines throughout my drawing.

   A misconception made my answer wrong!

   Definitely discouraging

   Absolutely depressing!
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     "Their tears are fillin' up their glasses 
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow 
No tomorrow, no tomorrow"
--Mad World by Tears For Fears
   Around 1:00 PM.

   The classroom is to be cleaned, and we sophomores are to wait for our parents. We are to brace ourselves.

   There were no parents yet inside the classroom, where one of my classmates wrote the newest topnotchers. As the surnames and grades were scribbled on the blackboard, I got to know that the top 15 was totally new.

   My former place was taken.

   From top 2, to top 12, just like a typical downfall of a stock exchange.

   Of the 15 of us, 2 maintained their places, 9 jumped, while 4 fell-including yours truly, who had the most awful and most terrible slide of them all!

   It's been both revival and revenge(fair revenge, not bad revenge as you would think).

   Once again, Envy lingered upon me, but I tried to ignore him. Disappointment accompanied me instead; and at that moment, depression joined me.

   Dad came to get my card, and I felt he wouldn't believe it. He asked me why it went that way. I explained.

   We in the top 15 were all close in grades. The ranking I can quite accept, but the average was dispiriting.

   Most of us really wanted to go higher, so they tried hard to get a better spot at the recent second quarter. And I can't blame them for that! Every hard work deserves high marks, and life's like weather- it changes.

   However, 2nd grading has been a difficult, tough, nerve-wrecking, and energy-devastating experience for me. Efforts were made, but time was disorganized. Hard work was still applied, but it wasn't enough for either a maintained or a higher average.

   It's no easy job at all!

   It's been depressing!

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   But what could I do? It's final. That's it!

   Let me weep. Let me wail. Let me somber. But, I have to accept it. I shouldn't let this bad news discourage me. Rather, I have to go further and to do better.

   Besides, I thought that maybe it's just time for the lucky ones to get their crowns and be glad. My general average is still passing, and maybe, I was lowered,so that I could go up one again. Envy and jealousy should be ignored. Humility and discipline should always be considered.

   But before I end this long blog, I thank my classmates who gave their encouragements. Keep yourselves humble and persistent.

   Persistence.....Perseverance...That's what I do need.

   God, help me. I need your grace.

Chaoses On My Day(Part 2 of the series)

Author's Note: Some words that you'll read here are only substitutes to what they are actually called. I don't blame anyone on this post. I did what I could do to avoid offenses on anyone. Whoever might be offended by this post, I apologize as early as now. And I hope all of  you will understand my post. Thanks.  

  ONCE AGAIN, I took the struggling exams this second quarter. I reviewed, read, and thought of those things our class have discussed and learned so far. By the way, some of the exams were based on what we've discussed or on  what we've done . For short, no review needed.

  Wednesday. At about minutes past 6 A.M. I came to school. I did my daily routine of walking 40 steps-4 stairs-to our classroom.

   I got to prepare. I need reviews. I need an attentive and knowledge-filled me!

   My morning went well, except for one thing.

   Compressed to our review was the demands of paperwork. That paperwork that we've revised for many times was a requirement.One of my classmates said she'll do it all the way. However, it wasn't finished at all. Worse, the other needed evidences of our paperwork that  were needed were not brought. But I'm sure that the survey forms to which I'm entrusted to tally were given already to one of my groupmates(But I'm not blaming anyone!..Again...I do not blame anyone). Result: no examination for that..Chaos!

   Once I knew it. I quietly had annoyance, thinking that we had, at least a complete paperwork. Yet, just because the other requirements were not compiled yet with that folder, it wasn't accepted! How I raised my emotional temperature so fast for another tough time!

   All of us in the class talked about it. Some spread out their sentiments. Some rushed to and fro. Until one moment, it was said that all of us would just take the test next week. Sigh of relief!

   But it happened as we struggled on letters, numbers, and now, expressions.

   Easy it may be to review, taking it is hard. At first, I answered the items well. Until at some instances, I began to question, doubt, and even worry. My mind started to find ways to get the right answers. It discovered some ways..and then it gave up on one item. For the record, I'm the last one to pass the paper! Then, I doubt. I doubt whether I'll pass it. I do really hope!

   Recess came, while another test was prepared. But, I wasn't prepared for the unexpected. We took a test about a sport that's not popular in the Philippines, although it's played by some-baseball/softball. So what's the unexpected? You'll often hear it on a jackpot round of a game show of channel 2 before, when the player can't answer according to the category and letter given..That was MENTAL BLOCK. I did miss those items. I left them blank, leaving a space-for tenants to occupy; leaving me with a feeling of loss.

   After those 2 exams that I pondered and worried, I had, at least, a good look on a test. I finally took Values. I answered questions, and worked on my best to give good answers on a writer's way.

   Chaos would just come right away. Such things go on our way unexpectedly. And they'll bring an annoyance,and a frown on my face..But chaos could also be avoided, as long as you do your best, and you them on time. I'm not saying that I have no effort or time management(even though sometimes I fail to), What I'm saying is that at hard times, you fail and you stumble, and chaos would just come ahead after that..It's hard.
 (To be continued)

A Slap On My Face (First part of the series)

   I'M ONCE again on pressure...Under pressure.2 days or less than 48 hours to go until our periodical tests will begin. And now, I'm facing the trials of high school.

   The class had a quiz on Biology. We reviewed. We tried to review. But not much for me. I can't even exercise my time in an orderly way! Plans didn't go as it was for this "looking-serious" man.

   Disorganized time, slightly-energized body, and the rushes of studies. They all make me a complicated teenager. They all try to mold me to be diligent and hardworking. However, they all pass a frazzled, puzzled me.

   I really had no time top get things well. When could I make things sorted and kept well? You know, then things usually make me look like concentrated on my work or sort of that. Most of all, they decrease my mood. Now what?

   I have nothing and no one to blame. Just myself. Just my clock-cracking management and energy-lost anatomy. In the same way, I have no one to ask for help and comfort but just the One above..He, my Friend, my Help, my Fortress. How I've forgotten Him!

   The quiz began as a review on what we've discussed on Biology(I've missed one discussion though). We held on our pens and our blue Cattleya fillers. We wrote our answers as our nice teacher gave the questions, hoping for a good score, just like hitting the dart pins at the right place.

   We had two quizzes, and the first ended. Thank God! I got at least a consistent score--16.

   Good start, but a depressing conclusion! Guess what I've got at the second quiz: 11! What?

   Indeed, it's hard to miss a class and a good explanation from a teacher that we trust.

   I've just took it..Ok. Fine, I had low scores--like missing shots on the pool table. I even had that envy on people with success higher than mine. At times, things get puzzled and cluttered when misunderstood..

   That, or even those were slaps on my face.
(probably, to be continued)