A penny isn’t enough for me to say all that I want to rant about this law. But here it goes…
So I just watched the television film “Cyberbully” starring Emily Osment. It was really… how do I say this? Tear-jerking, for want of a better word. But it was also realistic. Many teenagers are experiencing this and many are asking the same question: “What is wrong with me for me to be picked on?” Many immediately blame themselves for being bullied. They think that they did or are something wrong. I know, because that’s what I thought too.
Many people think that bullying is only limited to the physical bullying. But there is a more hurtful form of bullying. It’s called verbal bullying.
Words hurt. Many people don’t realize this. I always thought that verbal abuse (including bullying) was more damaging than any form of pain. Why? Because words come back to you, over and over again. It comes out of nowhere, haunting your every move and decision. You feel trapped. You can’t go out. And then you’ll be in so much pain that you just want it all to end. For everything to stop. You have a breakdown and then you contemplate why you’re even breathing. I know. I’ve been there.
But you know what? I got through it. On my own. Miraculously. I didn’t tell anyone but I lived. And you will too. Because no matter how bullied you are, just keep in mind that you have a very bright future ahead of you. You’re going to have beautiful kids and a spouse who will absolutely worship you. And after all this pain, you’ll get that happy ending. Believe it. As I am. And I’m still living. Not just existing. Not just breathing. But ALIVE AND LIVING.
So I took my UPCAT last Saturday, August 4, at 6.30 in the morning. I was assigned to the School of Economics in the UPD campus, which was also my mom’s building throughout her college life. I hope it was a good sign, seeing as my mom is super smart and I really want to make it into UP.
I woke up at 2.30 in the morning. Yeah, excited much? But I was really nervous I felt like I was going to throw up. Well, when we got to UPD it was super traffic just outside the main gate because of some UPCAT takers didn’t know where their building was. And it was also a bit rainy.
When we got into the room it was really chilly. But talking to my new friend, (her name is Aika) made me forget about the temperature.
Overall the UPCAT was easy. The math and science parts got me stumped though. But it was a good experience. The feeling of nervousness and excitement was enough to make me hyperactive. And, it didn’t hurt since I didn’t get sleepy during the test. :)
So, we have this elective called public speaking wherein we have to write speeches (duh) and deliver it to our class. Here are some tips on how to write a good speech .
…because I got called by the B-word during our homeroom time. And it hurt. I also failed three long quizzes in two different subjects. So to say that my day sucked is pretty much all I can come up with now. So, yeah.
1. I want the money it’ll bring in.
2. So I can buy the gadgets and clothes and shoes I’ll be able to buy with all that money.
3. So I can perform onstage singing my own songs.
4. I get to wear these costumes when I perform while on tour.
5. I get travel all over the world while I’m on tour.
6. I get to sing and/or collaborate with different artists.
But most of all…
7. I get to thank my would’be fans for bringing where I will be then. :)
…because I seriously never fix my hair. I don’t use a hair iron, hairspray, curlers, or chemicals on it even when I know my hair looks like a broomstick. It’ll be all frizzy and messy. I never learned how to tie my hair properly. I mean, I can do a ponytail, or pigtails or a bun when I feel like it
and that doesn’t happen often. I would just comb my hair and five minutes later I look like the wicked witch of the west. I’m not one of those girls who fuss about their hair, trying to make it either super straight or curly. I’d just run a brush through the tangles and I’m good to go. I don’t know if I’m being unhygienic or what but I’d really like to rectify that. I want to make an effort to look pretty. Not for my family, not for my friends or anybody else. I’m doing this for me.