5 Things I Hate About UN Class

1. It takes up all of my energy.
2. It makes me abandon my fluffy, soft, tender, thick, comfy, warm blanket at 6 in the morning.
3. It forces me to sit throughout boring, mundane, uncomprehendable, brain-squeezing 12 periods everyday.
4. It makes me fat. Coming back to school means a cup of sugar-full Poci Tea and snacks to keep me awake in classes, everyday.
5. It's been 2 months since it started, and I know nothing.

I am on the verge of extinction here, people.

I am far, far from conquering. I am suffering. I am the dumb-dumb in the class. The one that always stares blankly at the teacher with frowning eyebrows, a sign of an failed attempt to process the words coming out from the teacher's mouth.

No matter how hard or how much time I wasted on studying my notes, never once I get enough mark to pass the test. For the first time throughout my highschool yrs, I actually wasnt late for the 7 am morning devotion with my homeroom teacher. After histories of coming to school at 8 as a result of prolonged sleep and extensive snoozing.

This is extremely concerning. 2 months before my UN tests, I may still be the me without any scientific knowledge whatsoever.

I guess this jelly isnt conquering.

Once a jelly, always a jelly?