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I got kicked out of school. i haven't talked about this and reading coney's post, i was taken back to that time when very few people cared about me and really understood me. Holy Family was supposed to be a school filled with love and all that shit, but I never felt those. instead, i felt misunderstood and i was always seen as the villain. not a single teacher cared about me, not even the freaking guidance counselors. the teachers! my god. they all claimed that i was bright and all but im lazy shit, but did they do anything about it??? all they did was shove into my face how useless i am. ora et labora? my god. if they live in prayer, why were they so cruel to me? i was always at fault, the bad influence... why? what kind of things did i shared with my friends? did i tell them to do drugs and have sex??? did i told them to cut class? did i told them to punch the teachers int ehir flat noses??? i did none of those. i only had some fun... like going to a town dance just for the heck of it, and my friends went with me. what's wrong with that? can't a thirteen year old stay up late? when the teachers knew this, they looked ta me as if I committed blasphemy. the fuck. just look at your sorry lives? where are you now???? not a single teacher cared about me there. they all think they are so clean and holy, when in fact they also have skeletons in their god damn closets!!! only my classmates and schoolmates cared about me those days--- coney, melrose, wella, christy porras, hilda abadajos, rosemarie, ana marie.... most of the times, i just get judged and criticized by the teachers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad i finished high school at ramon torres national high school. at least, the teachers there are REAL. they don't judge people and they ASK WHAT'S WRONG FIRST BEFORE THEY THINK THAT IM A USELESS BRAT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew. Con, at least i got that out of my system. I visited mrs, S when i was a college sophomore and she was so surprised. the first question i asked her was, do you still remmeber me? and she said, Pauline... how can I forget? hahahahaha! and she also said that I was the only one who gave her a visit out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... we got to make peace with our past, right? i know that i had a bad experiece in that school, but i also have wonderful ones. in that school, i got very religious and i came to know God a little better... i also met lots of people, most of them has become part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this will sound crazy, but if i were to live my life again, I will still spend the first two years of my high school life at holy family. except that i would prefer that the teachers won't be that cruel and judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to clarify... i loved my schoolmates and my classmates back in holy family. they were the only ones who made me laugh, smile and entertained. i met lots of cool manangs there-- rhodora batigas and etc. when im with my classmates, i feel so at home. but with the teachers, my life sucked! all they did was judge me and criticize me. it's only now that i realized, it was not my fucking fault that i was such a black sheep in school. they made me like that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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