Fail, fail, fail.
The school year is starting off as the worst; everything just seems so messed up. My friends made life more bearable last year, at least.
Even that, I’m deprived of.
Our batch was reshuffled. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the members of 3E were distributed to the four sections equally; but the majority (read: everyone I regarded as my closest friends) was transferred to D while Xtian and I (along with some others) were stuck in B. Five were put in A, because apparently, they had potential for academic excellence and people in the other sections don’t.
Pardon me for thinking this isn’t a fair set-up.
Okay, so maybe genikeyks, 12marbles and I see each other during snacks or lunch time. It still feels different…in a bad way. It’s hard to explain, so I won’t even bother.
The fact that I was appointed as Mayor of a class composed of a lot of people whom I’ve never talked to before we officially turned into seniors doesn’t help matters any. Of all the people to be given the responsibility…it had to be me. *groans and headdesks*
I seriously can’t wait for the official elections for the class officers to come around.
Nobody knows me there; whenever I would try to do my job, almost no one listens. Some even mock me behind my back (though others don’t even wait for me to turn around). I mean, I get the fact that I’m not exactly someone they respect, but is that really necessary?
No, of course not. I didn’t want to be mayor. I didn’t ask for the miserable, thrice-accursed job.
But hey, good luck telling them that. I sure as hell would rather not waste my time.
The thing of it is, I was in the same situation during our first year. Same position, same section. Huh, go figure.
Now I don’t know whether to laugh at the irony or to weep on behalf of my deteriorating state of mental health.
Not to sound like a certain unbearably annoying ex-classmate, but…I really do miss 3E.
We were called the “best class”. We were a family there, more or less. Most importantly, I had my best friends within reach, unhindered by conflicting schedules and the barriers known as ‘sections’.
Oh, and we’re going to be taking our entrance exams soon. School suddenly seems that much more merciful, doesn’t it? [/sarcasm]
The stress is torture; the pressure’s gotten even more intense, I have an effing cold…
…and now I’m being plagued by mosquitoes. *scratches*
This definitely counts as one of those my-life-is-hell-everything-sucks-I-hate-the-world- moments, only make it an extended version.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m due for another half hour of brooding.