Hey,

Just like last week, nothing much happened this whole weekdays aside from studying, listening to my friends' stories, listening to other people's stories—yes, I do eavesdrop sometimes (sometimes?)—and memorizing our school's mission and vision. We were required to memorize it since Junior High School, was able to memorize it and forgot it, and then forced to memorize it once again and then I forgot it. And now, another start of the unending cycle—it will end once I leave this school, perhaps? But then the unoversity I'll enter for college will require me to memorize a new set of mission and vision!

Seriously though, what is the significance of memorizing these? As if we really uphold and live up with 'em? We have our own mission and vision anyway.

Enough with my rants about that, as I will start another rant. Because just like what I said, my week was pretty boring until Friday came—our schedule for PE.

Well, I am not physically active—my fault, yeah—thus I am not into these sports, running, jumping, etc. And earlier, we ran for our PE, sort of race actually.

So, we have to run around a 50m oval, but since the required distance was 100m, we have to fo in two laps. And it was sort of a race because we are guaranteed perfect score if the six of us (me and my other five classmates in the race) will finish in one minute. If not, our score will be based on our ranking—giving the perfect score only to the first one to finish.

And of course, I want that damn perfect 10! So in the first lap, I really gave my all and sprinted to lead the race. But I never knew that it was a bad strategy. Because as the race progressed, I got tired and more tired. My legs felt numb and I was running out of breath, that I even stopped on the latter part of the race for few seconds to breathe. So at the end, I was fifth—I was actually relieved that someone was actually slower than me. And it was also a good thing that all six of us were able to finish the race before the required time.

But, the perfect 10 score came with a price. Because as I finished the activity, my world was spinning already! I'm nauseated! I felt like throwing up, but since I did not ate anything for lunch, nothing came out but a bitter liquid.

And since I'm using public transportation, I knew that it was a bad idea to go home in that state alone. That's why I decided to stay in the clinic first and asked for medication.

The nurse said that since I didn't ate anything for hours and ran as if my life depends on it (well it does), I ran out of energy that my body could use. My sugar level might be low, so she gave a whole tablespoon of sugar and made me eat a packet of sweet biscuits. Then my mom was called to pick me up.

At that time I was nervous that my mom would scold me for not eating. But then she brought me to a fast food chain for our dinner. The sermon I expected did not come, she just reminded me to eat. Which surprised me, but made me feel better as well.

As someone who has a boring life, some interesting things happen here and there. It's not as eventful as others'—which I am thanful of, actually. Because for me, I don't need a Netflix worthy kind of life.

-Eid