BAH GAWD, MARCELLE HATES THIS CODSWALLOP!!!

Really, this entire mess has been so frustrating to Marcelle lately. He's burnt out from all the schoolwork he has to do, and guess what? He's still not going to get that straight A sem that he BADLY NEEDS to get a bloody Cum Laude when he graduates. How frustrating can that be?

*Blogger, you really, really have been nothing but trouble. Bah Gawd, Marcelle has already typed this post, and now, YOU WANT HIM TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN? If it weren't for the fact that you were free, Marcelle would've sued you already for that huge disservice, jabroni.

First off, as a necessary disclaimer, while it might seem that the next few paragraphs would sound like Marcelle is being such an arrogant prick, please do realize that it's because of the standards he sets for himself. Marcelle isn't the type of person who thinks he's so bloody intelligent that he deserves an A. What he thinks is that he busted his back trying to get that A, and then unfair, perhaps even Draconic practices by a certain teacher of his denies him this opportunity! Honestly, if you were in Marcelle's place, you would be frustrated as Hades right now, and let's illustrate what happened for you to comprehend.

Now, imagine spending nights on end reviewing for a bloody simple QUIZ. First thing to remember is Fr. Reyes, our Theology teacher, gives quizzes every Thursday. No, that's not exactly the problem. The problem lies in how he asks these questions. First off, no amount of reviewing will prepare you for the things he would ask. He might ask a very important point that was discussed in the text in TWO DIFFERENT WAYS, and then approve only one of the ways it was answered. He may ask a seemingly insignificant piece of information there, and mark you wrong for missing a few certain words. Yes, he's close to 75% verbatim. Pretty soon, expect him to ask you to cite specific passages or something. Lastly, and this was the most irritating of all, he can NITPICK YOU AND REQUIRE AN ANSWER THAT'S WRONG.

Let Marcelle qualify this. In today's quiz, Fr. Reyes asked, "What literary DEVICE was used by Hosea c.1-3?" Of course, the answer was simple, right? It's a METAPHOR. But no, what he was expecting was a MARRIAGE METAPHOR. You're wrong if you missed the word MARRIAGE. Cripes on Friday! What the bloody Hades is he trying to tell us, that a metaphor isn't a device? That there is such a device CONVENTIONALLY LISTED, called "MARRIAGE metaphor"? Oh, come on! If he wanted that answer, then he should've asked "WHAT TYPE OF METAPHOR was used in Hosea c.1-3?", and not the former question! Marcelle is willing to bet his right hand that not a third of the class will get that question right. Why not? Because asking for that kind of answer is plain nitpicking, and if we follow things strictly, that question was worded so wrongly that metaphor should've likewise (And even more appropriately.) the right answer.

So... fine, Fr. Reyes is nothing like the Draconic teachers from Hades in UST. So fine, Marcelle has quite stringent standards of what a "terror" prof is all about. But the fact remains that thanks to him, Theology will be THE ONLY SUBJECT MARCELLE WILL NOT GET AN "A" IN. Okay. This is why Marcelle had to warn you that things will sound arrogant here. Please take note of the previous disclaimers. This is a dialogue between Marcelle and his own standards, not other people. Marcelle knows inside him that he met his standards. He studied so bloody hard for a simple quiz, and yet here comes an asinine priest who thinks that there is such a conventional literary device as a "Marriage Metaphor". Honestly, Fr. Reyes, are you even Christian?

You see, Marcelle needs a perfect sem badly to become Cum Laude. At the same time, you have to realize that Marcelle wouldn't be this frustrated if it's his own fault. He can blame only himself. Rather, what gets him frustrated is his prof who thinks he's God's gift to Chinese women (And yes, he's a priest.), acting around like that. Really now. It's like being eliminated from the Royal Rumble by a guy who was already out of the rumble to begin with when you're in the final four. Simply put, that man cost you a title shot at Wrestlemania. That, on a smaller scale, is how Marcelle feels about what Fr. Reyes has been doing so far.

If there's one good thing about this, then it's the fact that at least, Marcelle's depression is no longer without reason. There's this, there's the fact that Blogger didn't post this one the last time out, the fact that Marcelle's TITLE BELTS HAVE STILL NOT YET ARRIVED, and there's the fact that a lot of Marcelle's friends seem to have completely stopped caring about him. It's not like Marcelle is craving being the center of the spotlight, but to be completely drowned in apathy is not something Marcelle would want to have to go through, either.

It's way too disheartening, seeing how Marcelle's friends and family are usually the only things that keep him going, and if Marcelle didn't even fix his family problems at the end of last year, then he would have little reason to push on now, would he? Really. It's true, it's true. It's sad how a lot of Marcelle's so-called friends seem to disappear regardless if things are bad or things are good. They just plain disappear. (Of course, Marcelle would expect that you know which friends he's talking about. Wouldn't want any misunderstanding now, would we?) If only these friends would be the least bit concerned, then maybe things can be just a bit better...


Dammit. Not even Yugi-Oh can pick Marcelle's spirits up right now.

Dammit.