Nothing much happened this holy week. I got to stay at home because my parents' reservations didn't go through, so they were forced to cancel it at the last minute. I reckoned it could be a good opportunity to finally do some spring cleaning in my room. I mean, the mahogany floor in front of the tv hasn't seen the light in ages. The built-in bookshelves looked like they were going to collapse at any minute. My dresser was a dumpsite and a disaster waiting to happen. 4 large Egg paperbags, 3 showers, and 7 hours of cleaning later, my room finally saw the light of day. So, yeah.
Pia got confirmation from her parents to go to High Achievers. I seriously want to go to Newton. I mean, they have 4 Oblation Scholars for this year, and some ADMU Merit Scholars and the La Salle Star Program thing. I feel guilty though. My dad wants me to call them up and ask for prices and schedules. But still, guilt trip.
And what is it with the pressure? My dad insists that he wasn't expecting me to only pass UP. He even wants me to get into that Ateneo Merit Scholar Program. Well, HELLO? Is that even remotely possible for a mere mortal such as me to accomplish? Passing UP is hard enough. And I'm totally confused on what course I want to take. My dad's even using psychological warfare on me.
What kind of father spends a small fortune just for the reviewers? Either an extremely careless or sugar happy one. He's entirely too enthusiastic for this kind of thing. For Christ's sake, he even bought the PrincetonU reviewer for SATs! SAT'S.!
I want to enjoy my summer. But hello, summer and pressure don't mix well together. Coupled with bearing the heat...well, you get my drift.
