i remember the day when i went to college of science and mathematics (CSM) building of UP to get my final grade in chem16.. many students were staying outside mr. toleco’s room. some were smiling because they passed his subject even if their grade was only 3 and many were frowning because they failed the subject which means they have to take the it again for another semester. i didn’t know that i belong to the second group not until i got my grade which was written in a red ink. it was a 5. when i saw it hand-written in my chem16 class card, i felt like my knees are shaking but pretended to be happy anyway. i don’t want to look pathetic in front my bloc mates and friends. i hate it when people feel i’m helpless..
because of what happened, i promised myself that i’ll never fail any of my subjects again, that i would not bring my parents and myself down again.. my frustration helped me become a better student, person and daughter. i told myself that my grade in chemistry was the first and last failing final grade i’ve ever had..