It was so damn hot in school today. Apparently, some electric grid or something that supplies electricity to the school broke up or whatever. So there was no electricity the whole day in school. And it was scorching hot and torrid! My wet undershirt grasped my body like a thick wool jacket in that heat. It was so hot! I just had to take a bath immediately after I got home. Good thing we have electricity at home. Phew.

Francis, whose desk I’ve been using these past days, finally attended school, so with him around, I had to find another place to squat. I hate it because while everybody is enjoys having their own desks, I am assigned to a ridiculous gradeschool deskchair. Kulang nang mesa sa classroom. Ano ba ‘yan, nasa Ateneo ba ‘ko?! So today, I stayed at Kenny’s desk, who was absent. I wonder if I will be forced to sit in my stupid chair tomorrow.

So I finally got to talk to the new classmate. I was glad I finally alked to him. At least I didn’t contribute to the asshole attitudes my other classmates were treating him with. It’s so unfair for him. I don’t think he did anything wrong and deserve the treatment he does.

Speaking of it, a while ago at the shuttle on our way back home, one of my shuttle mates who was a previous classmate of our new classmate, narrated some negative stories about him. But I didn’t mind. Some bullies just easily gets into his nevers if I may presume. It’s not his fault if he stabbed someone in the wrist or whatever the story was. It’s just good for that bully, if you ask me.

We were having a present-who-you-are introduction activity in English class. And as usual, the dominant clique people received the most applause. And of course the other people from the other side of the fence, socially speaking, had their presentations in the sense of humor of the DC’s (dominant clique) standards. And I hated that. Tomorrow, nobody will be amused at our presentation. It’s irritating how ever since a certain group of aggressive jocks took dominance in our class’s social heirarchy, everybody is in pursuit for and seeking their amusement to recognize themselves.

That’s life in my class. Of course, expect them to deny it, but socially speaking, that’s how I see the social problem is in class. It’s like everything must depend and is centered on the approval of their barkada.

They did lose majority in the elections. But it doesn’t matter anyway if Toff is the class president and I, the vice-president, because the social structure will seem to always stay the same, what they want is what they get. If they want the class jersey to be colored pink, then pink it is, no opposition if ever futile. Even if Rene, Patrick, Josh or the rest of us, the real majority in class, want green, it would still be pink. Toff and I were elected not because we represent the class but because they expect us to do the hard work for them. So it isn’t actually a privelage to be class vice-president if you ask me. I feel like a servant to always concede to the popular critical decisions of the dominant faction.

It looks hopeless really. How could a bunch of smoking, aggressive, horny bastards unite with another bunch of losers and another bunch of intellectuals, and another bunch of game-anime freaks and another bunch of outcasts. I mean. Whoa.

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