Today is not my day.

It started out fine. I woke up by 5AM since I slept instead of studying for my mock exam last night. Our exam was set to be on 7:30AM-10AM. Having an exam on Saturday is considerably unlucky, but that’s a totally different matter. I finished studying with several minutes to spare and even got to answering a few practice problems.

Remembering that I have no cellphone balance, I just assumed my brod, who always picked me up at home, would do so again today. Around 7:10AM, I was ripe for the picking. By 7:20PM, my brod’s car was nowhere to be seen, so I texted him using my sister’s phone. My friend called me, saying that my brod is already there and didn’t pass by our house, thinking I was already at the exam venue. I panicked, my father was at the market so I can’t ask him to drive me to the fucking forest.

Here’s the deal when you live where I live: there is no fucking way you can leave it without burning tons of calories and taking up tons of time since there are no freaking jeepneys. My friend asked me to relax, and start walking already.

So I did. 

Two and a half hours for an exam… Surely I can still catch up and finish it since I was even able to answer some of the review questions, so I calmed down. I walked/sprinted/gloomed my way to the side of DL Umali Hall. 10 minutes. Still no jeepney heading to the jungle. I thought about the motorcycle drivers you can hire to take you to Forestry, so I rode a jeepney to Grove. The jeepney I rode seems to have the luxury of time. I think we waited a total of 5 minutes for those people to finish walking.

I walked around several times near KFC and the UP Gate.  Where are those motorcycle guys when you need them anyway?! I thought of finally asking for help from my parents, but surprise surprise. Of course the loading stations are all closed. I can’t even reply to my teacher who is already asking where the hell I am.

By that time, I’m fully aware that TODAY IS NOT MY DAY. I WOULD PROBABLY DIE TODAY, heaven forbid. It’s as if today was meant to be my Final Destination scene or something, so thankfully I didn’t die when I rammed into the back of a blue pick up truck. It was I who did the ramming to the moving pick up truck, while I was crossing the road. But I merely shrugged it off, thinking that today’s unlucky, why would I be surprised? (I shrugged it off but I was already crying. I mean, even the loading stations are closed? How the fuck did I become this unlucky?! I just realized a few hours later that thankfully all my toes are still with me.) And so I waited again for a jeep heading to the mountains. Noticing that some of the jeepneys look like they were heading to Forestry but did not stop, I came to my senses and realized I should have hired a jeepney sooner. So I did. 50Php. No big deal, since I’m still alive. But really stupid. I should have thought of that 30 freaking minutes ago. 

I arrived at the room 40 minutes late. It must have been adrenaline, or anger, but I was able to answer the questions decently. I even managed to glare at my brod when I entered the room. (We’re fine now.:] But I swear if he gets a perfect score on the exam, we are FO to the highest level!) The questions are answerable but the calculations take forever (Perpetuity. Ha!), so I guessed on approximately 5 items. I have this annoying feeling that I do not need guessing if I wasn’t late. Thankfully the exam wasn’t as hard as the first, or I would have cried, and I didn’t even have a handkerchief with me. I was even able to tell my teacher of the things that happened and that I’ll probably go home early since death is imminent.

Anyway, I still ate at KFC with a bunch of friends and guess what? My burger and fries took forever to be served. And, if I didn’t check what the loading lady typed in her phone, I could have traded a lot of loading money for nothing. 

When I got home, I checked my email just to see that out of the many committees our organization has, only one emailed me their required articles which was due last night, at 12MN.I was so not in the mood to tolerate half-brewed excuses

(argument)

so I posted this in our group site:

Hindi ako magiging lenient this time. Ang pinagusapan ay Friday midnight. Ano ang hindi maintindihan sa mga salitang Friday at midnight? Exhibit pa to ha. Respetuhan naman please sa mga sinet na deadlines. 5PM or I’m sorry.

(I will not be lenient this time. It was our deal that the deadline is on Friday midnight. What cannot be understood in the words Friday and midnight? I’ve been noticing this since the exhibit. Please respect the set deadlines. 5PM or I’m sorry.)

and posted a complimentary status:

Seryoso ako, kapag hindi kayo nagsubmit within this day, I call everything off. A deadline is a deadline.

(I’m serious, if you don’t submit within this day, I call everything off. A deadline is a deadline.)

meaning that “I’m sorry” translates to “we won’t have a gazette bitches if this continues.”

It kind of worked wonders, actually. I’m sorry that I had to be a bitch but life’s a bitch, so why can’t I? LOLJK. I have this feeling that if I didn’t say those words they will wait until Wednesday to submit their contributions.

MORAL OF THE STORY: I need a car.