Sembreak: It's More Stressful Than What You Think

That semestral break was never a break. Well, yep, for one week. I was very busy closing things up with this Math 17 thing. It was a pain in the ass. Just to pass it, you need to sacrifice all of your free times.

Well, October 16, I was off to Olongapo knowing, confidently, I passed the Finals, nudginf me up to a chance of 3.0 or even a 2.75. The next day, the seventeenth, I received an e-mail from Ma'am Mia Rosales, my professor, and she sent me a really bad news. My grade is 4.0. On probation, that means I have to take the removal exams and get a 60% to pass the subject.

I went back to Manila one day before the exam, I was very disappointed. I reviewed and studied so much so that I'd pass the exam. What's more dismaying is my grade. It's just 0.63% away from the passing mark. I went to her office, I want her to check my exams. I found something on my fifth exam. That gives me 59.93%, just 0.07% out of passing. I gave her my Midterms, I am craving for even half a point. It would satisfy the grade of 60 after all. But no, she insisted that I take the removals.

No more chance, I had to take the exam. And it's only about ten minutes to go. After all the exhaustion, smokes and all I have inhaled, it's examination time.

Drum rolls. The test was over. I am uber satisfied with what and how I performed. Hello! This is crucial for me, I had a scholarship and I have to get a 2.75 and no 5.0 mark. Okay?

That's it, and there came a week. My professor e-mailed me. This time it's a good news. It's a relief that after all the stress and misfortunes, is a precious mark of 3.0. ...whew...