Card Day

Monday, February 5, 2007
Dear Diary,
Today is our card day. I was not expecting to be an honor student. I think all my grades in all the subjects decreased. Our first subject today is Filipino, we continued watching " Doremi ". Mme. Montaño, our adviser, stopped the movie. She reminded us about the payment for the tiles. I knew she would announce the honors. I almost didn't hear my her my name because my classmates are very noisy. I heard my name. As usual, I was still in rank fourteen just like in third grading period. I was happy and sad. Happy because I was still in the honor list and sad because I saw my average. It decreased. In the afternoon, Mme. Montaño distributed our report cards. My grandfather and my brother attended and got my report card. After the distribution of cards, the parent had a meeting about the incoming Family Day and Sci- Tech week. I got my report card from my grandfather and saw my grades. My grades in some subjects decreased a lot. I got panicked. I didn't know how to tell my mother about this. She would surely scold me about my grades. I didn't mind about my grades. I just hanged out with my friends while my grandfather was in the meeting. When I got home, my mother was not around yet. She was still in her office. I prepared my speech for my mother. When she arrived, she didn't ask about my report card. Maybe she forgot about it. When my sisters were preparing for our supper, my brother told my mother about my grades. My mother asked me in an angry manner. I frowned because because her shouts irritated my ears. Then, we ate our supper sadly. After we ate our supper, my mother asked me to give my report card to her to see my grades. She was shocked upon seeing my low grades. I defended myself and said, " At least, I am still in the honor list ". My mother got even more angry to me. She scolded me. And suddenly, she threw me something. Maybe that's the case of her eyeglasses. She hit me in the leg. For me, it was not painful. I didn't even cry a single drop of tear. I realized that the reason for our quarrel was my brother. If she didn't tell my mother about my grades, maybe we were eating and talking peacefully. I also realized that I am becoming a naughty girl. In my side, I was only defending my right to speak. Maybe I am the black sheep in our family. I wanted to change my attitude but I could not do it. Before, I am not like this. Maybe I am influenced by my cousins. They talk back to their parents. They should realize that if it weren't her parents, they are not living on Earth right now. I am not that kind of girl that could talk back to my parents. There is still a part of me that is good. Maybe God would forgive me someday. I know someday I will change my attitude. I promised to study harder for me to achieve my goal which is to become a nurse someday.