I hate school. Especially my school. During lunch time today, I accompanied Angelica to the guidance office because at the last minute she decided she wanted an application form for Ateneo. Some girls from my batch were talking to the guidance counselor when we arrived and they were talking about the interaction we would be having late this month. Eagerly, I asked Mrs. S (the guidance counselor) what school we’d have our interaction with. [read more?]
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