APRIL.12 MONDAY. That morning Mom and I went to USTe to get that freaking slot.
8am. We was there by then.Infront of the CFAD building,BEATO.
The place was so
FRESH. Until we entered that
PARADISE-like HELL although there were several aircons in there.11:21 when I heard about
ADVER is totally OUT OF SLOT.total ZERO. INTD,Painting and ID are left with intd=2,painting= 10,id=12.IDK.what happened as far as I know ADVER got 2 more slots and just vanished like that.And ID got 14 slots,and 2 slots popped.
DAMN.Everone had gone nuts.
LITERALLY.not CRAZY but WILD, including parents.
My feet was shaking. And my heart beat felt like I was so exhausted from running a mile. I never felt like that. I am hungry but I coudn't eat,I was just scared and nervous. BV had overflowed that freaking room.
Until everyone had gone
REAL WILD.Noisy, complaining and just plain drama. So, I was seated to where I really was the whole time. And started to think things over.
GAWD. This was so
UNFAIR. The situation is alarming even the deans can't handle it.
So,I was still
FREEZING.shaking.hungry.nervous.POOR Mike got NO HOPE for being a THOMASIAN.I was
SAD.I was praying for it like everytime I asked God for it.But He never did answer,except for my birthday hope.
This was
tear-jerking.
SRSLY.So,the dean told those freaking bitches to go upstairs to get their slots.
After which the dean had instructed those fucktards to raise their hands if they came here early.
HONESTY? errrr--- you can't really trust everyone about this word.They were haggling.5:30,4;00 I came here 4;30. they shouted.
GAWD.CRAZY.So I was there sitting still.I cant do anything. I fund myself running to the 3rd floor where we can get those slots. But to my dismay,more PHYSICAL matters occured.MORE PUSHING.kicking(slightly)PUSHING.SHOUTING. and PUSHING. GAWD they are CRAZY.
Glad I was still alive.
It was past 3 when that stupid dean told us that CFAD were
CLEARLY OUT OF SLOTS.NOTE:to those ten bitches at painting,
CURSE YOU. die!bitches.
The other dean told Mom and I to get an academic placement at TYK ctr.So,we did.
That freaking director told us to negotiate at the dean of Arts and Letters to get any AB course beside Comm.Arts.
That someone whom we have talked to said that there were no more slots for the course we are asking for.And requested us to comeback at 14th.
DAMN. There were no more slots and the 14th,what Im going to do there,
cry a pool of river just to get a slot?TEAR-JERKING. FRUSTRATING.Mom and I went home.
AWW.I was looking forward to that
ONE-WISH and my life would be sweet and I'll be contented at this freaking DAMN lifee.
BUT IT WAS NOT.