Chewy!!

I want everybody who reads this, to seriously leave me a comment!! I need that creative criticism!! This is supposed to be in my yearbook, but i doubt that they’ll put everything. So now its your chance to read it while its whole! It’s rili only supposed to be 300 words but you know me and my posts. Typical…

Four years ago, a
little boy, with messed up hair, crooked glasses, and an unusual high pitched
voice entered the glorious gates that we know now as the High School gate.
Confused about where to go, he followed his fellow freshmen to the third floor
to look for his room to no avail. His first year in our building was one of the
best, because to him school was just a big game to fit in. In his second year,
he was in that specific class which the school administration try to suspend
every student it can. The class was beyond control, with no day going by which
nobody got a BR. This was the year which he actually valued his classmates.
Aside from the fact that they were all partners in crime, everybody knew what
made each person tick, and accepted them for who they were. His third year
turned out to be one of the most valuable years to his educational life. He
couldn’t have finished this year without his unique classmates, and his amazing
adviser. It was the typical class with the funny guy in the corner, the
sleeping Mexican on the side, and the class “crush” at the back. This changed
his outlook in life, and gave him more morale to value.  Now he’s in his fourth, and hopefully his last
year. The little boy in this story is Matthew Emmanuel B. Buhion. People just
know him as Chewy. For you to understand my yearbook write-up I had to tell you
about my unachieved past, because sometimes I don’t even know who I am. The
people publishing this can’t limit my high school memories to a certain number of
words. Yet alone this little box that you are probably reading this from. But
from what I have learned in my four years here is to value people, whether friend or foe, and people will accept you for who you are and not who you’re trying to be.
It already sounds cliché, but your true friends will accept you for who you
are. High school will be the last time we spend “bonding” with other people our
age, and in college we’ll all be too busy. So whether you like them or not, or
vice versa, thank them for being there everyday. Mainly everybody made me realize that I can
be who I am, and I should value them for making me realize. This made me a
stronger base, and I hope, a better friend. It showed my insecurity with
acceptance, being with the “IT” group, or just my insecurity period. I’m sad
that all this is ending, and it’ll be a while till we will all be together
again. I’ll always remember the guys who usually made us laugh, those girls
that’ll always be beautiful, the active student government people, and those
people that made high school the way it turned out. So I leave you with this,
“You can only do High School once, and to me our round of High School should be
considered the best in all time.”

My week, specifically the one that just passed was just..Uhhh..YES! its all i needed.. a break frm all the expectancy.. But the week b4 that!! I think i could’ve killed sumone, but that means i let sum1 get the best of me.. and that’ll never happen.. But that week was just so insane.. Well, as always, being tradition alrdy, that skul celebrates all the birthdays with a half-day.. Yes, it is a gud thing, but since you don’t meet any subject teachers on that day, only means that your work gets rescheduled and it becomes harder to compensate for the time.. And what pissed me off the most was these teachers don’t rili mind if you have this many quizzes and that many other tests on the same day.. O, and to add, we had to have sooo many projects, specifically on that week too! And i did write about that AVP thing in my last entry.. Wen that was passed in, it was just sumthing on the list you could cross out.. it wasn’t like that feeling you get wen you pass in that paper you wrote that whole quarter.. NO! it was just ‘okay, lets go to the next project..o wait thers a quiz later..’ its just uugghh!!So anyway, wen that week ended, i got time to relax, but Noooo.. I had to take the entrance test for The University of The Philippines.. Like i was gnna get in rite?? This is like the ‘Harvard’ for the Philippines.. And to remind you i had to take this test 6:30 on a hot sunday morning.. Now tell me, would you do it?? After that i knew there was another week ahead of me.. Another long week.. But it actually didn’t take so long.. Why? I barely saw the grounds of the skul.. Happy? Yes..well, No.. Imagine what that does to my schedule of kissing ass!! This week btw is the first quarter exams.. so i have 3 days of tests, starting on Wed.. And think of what we’re gnna do Monday and Tuesday!! Quizzes, Homework, Activities, Projects, Essays, or Anything That Will Satisfy the System designed to fail me! Okay, so why didnt i go to skul if i knew this was gnna happen??? Well thank God it rained, and it rained for quite a while.. and im happy, even if hate the rain.. ‘Smile’.. so i went to skul monday tuesday, then wed and thurs i had off, so friday rite? WRONG! Friday was a half-day..Why again?! Another B-day.. i love these birthday celebrations.. So, i kno starting tom i have the 2nd longest week in my life, as of now.. I guess i’ll cyas around if i do make it this week.. Gud luck to me!