Locked.
I am locked in this four-cornered asylum. There's no turning back nor running out.
I am locked, and nobody's gonna get me outta here. I am in a dreadful state of dementia.
What would you feel if all the burdens of the world rest upon your shoulders? Would you rather quit or just accept such God-forsaken fate?
okei fine, it's all overreaction. Well, I do feel so burdened - no enough sleep, no social life, no rest, no nothing. Anak ng... kakadumami ba namang projek!!
The worse thing is that all our teachers are as if in this bargain where it's whether we pass our project or we fail, throwing all the semester's hardship to trash, turning it into cold meat. And worst, they set deadlines all at the same date, adding more challenge to our reality show.
When will our college instructors realize that their students are not machines, nor robots, nor gods, nor wizards, nor extra terrestrials. We are human, for God's sake, we are freakin' human.
I then came into a realization that they actually know that we are human. That fact is actually part of the plan, a big part of this whole mess. Maybe, just maybe, they actually plan to make us all fail, so that at the end of the day, we could all stand at our very fall.
Well, they might have locked me into a chain of projects, walls of paperworks and bars of assignments, but you see, I'm actually holding the key. It's in my hand all along.
hjbrockhaus
PS: made months ago but posted just now. ^^
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