Week 7. I always know well on how HATE week 7 of each of my semester… Week 7 has a hidden meaning which is “torturing” “tiring” “studying” “no sleeping” “no mood”…and it usually ends with “DYING”…
With the intro above, I, miserably, is in the week 7 or this semester… and has just finish one of my TESTS of the week… comment? 1 die, 2 else are digging their graves, 1 more is dependant to my LUCK, which had been so bad for weeks and doesn’t seem to have got any better…sighsss….
MAF is the test of the day, which I totally screwed up…Management Accounting Fundamentals… The lecturer, ms. Something something, I doubt if she was a student before…Her notes are to be said empty in terms that no emphasizing on the important points…Even her question today, OMG, its totally common sense. No Specific way of answering found in the study text, not even in the core reading material… Screwing up tests although has been my practice since a long long time ago, but its still very frustrating no matter how many time you’ve done it… It’s the matter of emotions. Very personal de EMOTION… I am getting so EMO, as the basic taxation tomorrow is a killer with the rate like diabetes…and the financial accounting on Thursday? Its like AIDS. No cure, Hopeless…
I think I will spend some time showing condolence for my test today before I start my Basic tax preps…
I’m sorry to say, “MAF, screwed up.”
I won’t cry, because…I wanna save my tears for BT, FA, B.LAW and even English…..
I just wanna
“Sighssssss………………”
