Recently, as the final exam week approaches, I find myself staring at a mirror in front of me. I see a being, human to be precise.It seems like she would collapse in a minute or two. I had sleepless nights because of the piled up requirements needed. Today is the last regular school day for term 1, school year 2008-2009. How did I survive? Let us simply put it as, I passed, thank God. I hope and pray and plead and wish that I would pass the final exam.-- scheduled (applicable to some subjects only)

For the real story, I was having sleepless nights because I had to read various articles, write countless paragraphs, watch a movie, make a book report, write a formal essay, write a research paper, check my grammar, and wipe blood in my head (just kidding) translation: dumudugo na utak ko.. lolz

I don't like "English" that much.

That may be the reason why I am not well versed with the language. I spend at least 15 minutes in writing just one paragraph. *sighs*

With all those sleepless nights, I finally finished them all.

It is when you least expect it that the surprise hits you hard.

I don't know where I got that.. I was plain typing. .. I will correct that maybe in the future. =)

Back to story, my professor was talking to my classmates while we prepare to take the final exam, when she announced in the class, "I like Ms. Lyra's essay." I could not believe what I heard. It was particularly hard for me to make that formal essay because our professor gave us her article published in a magazine as a springboard. It was a great pressure knowing that we should address our statements to her. Another pressure I made for myself is- "targeting perfection." Who can blame me? I had been getting straight 100% in all my informal essays. (most of it are rushed til the last minute)

When maybe 5 of us were only left in the room, I randomly told my teacher (out of plain conversation) that I find it hard to write. She answered, "But you can write." It was a tone of self-assurance and I didn't know how to respond.

I never considered myself good in writing. I read.I won't write. I write when it is needed.

Back in my head, I remember what kuya Jet told me, (redkinoko) I was asking him some points on how to write properly, he commented with my blog (where did he find that link huwaA)saying.. "You organize your thoughts well."

was it the right statements? I forgot. I just remember the compliment.

Thank you~ to my professor and kuya Jet,.. I feel that those sleepless nights is worth after all.




~ Rushes to her bed to sleep ~