My Digestive System is screwed. I don't know what is happening to my stomach. Or maybe, its not my stomach, its what I put inside my stomach. Argh... I've been having these multiple bowel movements since last December. You see, I think that I have a pretty good digestion because my bowel movement is regular. Regular, meaning I release all my fecal stuff before I go to school. When I do that, I feel secured that I will not release any crap in school. But, behold, my rectum just won't let my shit behave. I should try and go see a doctor. There is something wrong.

Crap!

Anyway, I had another bad day today. The 83 that I got for our Return Demonstration for CPR wasn't really a big deal but, something really happened and I feel bad and ashamed for what I did.

My other HC professor is Sir Uy. He's gay - I think. And, it doesn't really matter if he is. Anyway, I must've caught him in a bad mood because he stormed out from the other room to our room because of what I didn't do.

I was supposed to call out Apostol and Rivera but, I ended up calling Rivera. So, Apostol was clueless that she was next to go. When Rivera got out and called Apostol, the latter was nowhere in sight because she was in the CR, which got Sir Uy irritated because he waited for Apostol for quite sometime which could have been prevented if only I called out for Apostol.

I said my sorry to Nats (Apostol). Then, I talked to Sir Uy. I said that it was all my fault and it wasn't Nats' fault. So, if there were any deductions to be made on Nats' part, I'll gladly accept them instead. But, Sir Uy didn't quite grasp what I meant. Jeez! Lord, please let him know what I meant by what I said.

Communication. Such a vital thing.

So please, my dear rectum cooperate.