The last and final subject I needed to finish the exam with is finally over. I also submitted our project for this subject. Religion,I can’t believe I made such a fuss over this project when this is only a minor one.

I remember high school during art projects that require us to burn the sides of the paper into to make a cute (what a word) presentation. Now I’m trying to re-live this over-used method. At least I made something without looking as if I didn’t make much effort because I did. Now don’t fail me now bitch.

It’s the end of the semester and I’m happy!

That Religion teacher is really pissing me off. I had to go to school and her subject was the only one that was left for the day. When we got there, we didn’t have any classes. I was planning to submit the project that she gave us but she didn’t entertain us despite waiting for her patiently outside.

This is by far, the most demanding subject I’ve ever encountered so far not because it’s very hard by nature, but because of too many useless requirements. Come on, this is just a minor subject, Religion? What is the teacher doing and why does she act like it’s the most important of all the subjects in the curriculum, of all the courses offered? Sheesh.

I don’t know what’s wrong with her, is that the problem with women who don’t have any significant other and they grow old? They tend to project the image of an old maid? Sigh.

They don’t have anybody else to torture so they torment those who are innocent. I’m just waiting for the results now. We will be having our finals this Monday; and after a couple of weeks, our grades will be finalized. I’ll be expecting something satifactory because it’s stupid to fail in Religion when I didn’t give her any reason to.

Was so tired from yesterday’s recollection. Being a dutiful pupil, I went to the meeting place early, only to find out that the teacher was late for an hour and a half. Bummer.

We went to a convent to have the silence felt properly. After lunch, I tried to wheel my way out of the scene, but she (teacher) didn’t permit me despite having a valid alibi –> work. Had she known that I didn’t have any sleep she would’ve then realize that the effort that I made to attend that recollection was already big.

She really has a negative notion of me as a student. It’s hard for people to understand you when they’re not open and I know that she isn’t, it comes with age. When one becomes old, one thinks highly of himself/herself just because he/she has the wisdom to boast that comes from experience. But hello?! This doesn’t work anymore, at least not in this century!

So there I was, trying to concentrate on the purpose of that activity, to pass the subject reflect. I hate ReEd30!

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It’s been awhile since I last held some crayons.

Singing songs of praise too.

Dead frog, dead.

Sheesh, today we’re going to have a recollection in one of the most important subjects this semester… Religion. (yes, I’m being sarcastic)

I might as well join this 9 hour activity for me to get some plus points because I’ve been cautioned before that I was already scratched off from the instructor’s list, only to find out that the one that she (instructor) was referring to was somebody else.

My, my; the time spent in some recreational facility could’ve utilized for something else; finishing my projects and requirements or building up my profile in other online ventures.

I shouldn’t think like this anymore. I have to deal with this then. I just have to find some other scenario that will preoccupy my mind while I’m there. Wish me luck, wish I’ll have more energy when I get back home.

I came in early for my Religion class today just to make sure I wouldn’t be late again and avoid causing a scene which was the same as last Friday’s.

Last Friday, she told me that I was already dropped in her subject. It came off  as a blow on my part because I’m sure that I shouldn’t be dropped. I’ve never been absent in her class except for the first week of classes, and that’s because I wasn’t enrolled yet. I was caught off guard, especially since I shouldn’t have any failing marks this semester, les I want my company scholarship to be nullified, and the money that was used be deducted from my salary. At that time, I was really pissed and was determined to talk to her this week.

This evening though, she gave us an activity and there was a point where she was distributing some activity sheets and she had to call my name. She informed that it wasn’t me whom she dropped but another student. I said “Thank you.” upon accepting the paper and felt fine already.

At the later part of the class, she called my attention to answer a question, that’s when I knew that everything’s okay. Sometimes in school, you just have to get noticed by the teacher in order for you to have  a high grade. Despite the actual exercises that a teacher gives out, once he/she knows who you are, there’s a lesser chance of you failing the subject. So did I stand out that much? So long as she knows that I’m standing, it’s good enough for me.

Much as I hate my Religion class, I have to deal with it for the next few weeks. We were advised to bring a bible. Here it is, taped altogether.

This bible was bought 10 years ago. Most bibles shouldn’t look like this after 10 years when well-taken cared of. But I’m still glad to be able to use it.

Now I have to endure the lecture.

“I just hate teachers who treat MINOR subjects as if they’re major.” –> that’s what a colleague said, AMEN to that!

So pissed at that old maid. F*ck. How could she say that she dropped me from her subject when I’ve never been absent except for the first day of classes and that’s because I wasn’t even enrolled yet?

I had to miss an important occasion in the office, I had to ride a taxi so I wouldn’t be late (but I still was), I had to listen to her blabber about faith and religious worship (yes, it’s a Religion subject); all of these for nothing.

I was tagged as absent and when I just wanted to know where I stand during Midterms so that I’d know how to catch up, she then threatened that I’m most likely scratched off from her list.

Hey, I’m not the best student out there, but she shouldn’t treat me like one of her students. Read bitch: “I’m old, I have a job, I’m not a youngster!”

I’m already stressed out because of not having enough sleep and now she had the balls to ruin my evening even if I didn’t deserve it. I told her I wanted to talk to her about it and then she told me she’s busy and that I’d have to set up an appointment. Boy, I WILL set up one. I’ll talk to you, you better play your cards right.