I am back to my life in bullets:

• I PASSED 198.  (this deserves a !!!!!!!!!!!! but i have already screamed my heart out and i am weirdly calm right now) hello, achievement of the sem, seriously.
• it obviously did me no good cramming all the hard subjects in the longest semester of my life and topping it all off with org work. Mediocre sem is mediocre and I have truly learned my lesson. 
• i have braces. yes, i am nineteen and i became a metal mouth roughly two weeks ago.
• realization: i get sad/happy easily but my anger is a slow-burning fire that kind of really doesn’t burn out and i am quite sorry for it/you if it/you happen to be the spark that ignites it (just to continue this really bad fire metaphor analogy thing)
• i am really excited for next sem, where literature and i will hopefully get together again and math and i will be friends again. classes start in four days and i am surprisingly not raiding the notebook aisle in national bookstore. (soon though)
• my grades benefit when someone else knows the password to my online accounts and i don’t. ideas are forming in my head.

Making this a quick one:

• I start sophomore year tomorrow
• As usual, I am not prepared in terms of things/ school supplies (yes, I can never have enough of National Bookstore and school supplies in general, most especially notebooks and pens oh the sheer joy of owning them /notebookgeek)
• My day starts at 1pm and ends at 5.30, but I will be in school by 8 am because 1) I am too lazy to commute and therefore I am riding with my parents and 2) I will be prerog-ing a subject tomorrow
• Like, there’s school tomorrow? Seriously? 
• There is already a load of stuff to do and it’s not even the first day. Idk how I’m going to manage, really
• The books I ordered online and shipped to my tita’s house in Az didn’t come on time
• I am in denial that I have school tomorrow, and I am reading about Raul (beautiful beautiful Raul) and Zizou back when they were in Madrid. My heart cannot contain my happiness, but tomorrow happiness will have to take the backseat in favor of real life
• Despite the feelers stress is sending out, I know sophomore year is going to rock. Serious business in terms of academics and org work, but I’ve had SPCP to prepare me for all of that, and when it comes to crunch time, I thank mighty heavens that I am a Paulinian, master crammer, grace under pressure. Sophomore slump? Not in this life. Game face on.