Student Hustle: From Math Tests to Midnight Practices

Hello there my lovely hivers!!! I hope you're all doing great. I'm back again sharing another blog of mine.

This happened yesterday, our class starts at 1:00 pm, and we would check our semi final exam. I feel nervous because I am not confident of my answer but thankfully I passed the exam, even though I hate math but I try my best to understand it and solve all the problems given. I then took a picture of my test paper feeling proud of myself.

Afterwards, we have to print our resume and application letter since we have to do a job interview for our semi finals in Purposive Communication. We had a lot of time to print it but we we're so tired of doing it so we cram it all. My application letter was not complete so I have to edit it and print another letter.

We felt hungry so we came to the school box, we bought a pancit canton we split the bill with my friend since we were saving money. While we were eating, we then multitask by studying we had an exam on our Psychological Statistics.

Before our exam started, we took a picture. We were so happy at this moment talking about things but when the exam started it was so hard, my friend didn't even know what the answer was .

At night, we changed some comfortable clothes, since we had a practice for our p.e. This coming Wednesday would be our presentation for our p.e and then in the afternoon we will be doing a Job interview. It was so exhausting, I don't think I can survive it but I will just believe in myself and conquer these challenges.

We eat our dinner at my favorite barbequehan, beside at the ncc school. There bbq was so tasty and affordable, when we will go to bogo, and just wanted to refresh at the pantalan, we would eat at this place and I think the owner of this stall knows me hahhahaha.

The practice was indeed tired, we finish all of the steppings right away. Our practice ended at 10:00 pm and thankfully my father get me at bogo. Even he's not feeling well and he forced himself to fetch me at our school.

My father decided to stop over at the nearby stall selling sikwati, sopas and pancit canton. Plus I saw someone eating egg, so I ordered 1.

This day was trully exhausting for me. But this is the life of the student.