sedikit emo

i suppose i could use this blog as an outlet to complain about the amount of sleep i've been lacking this week, or about the number of times i had to stop myself from yelling at people telling them to shut up, regardless whether or not i know them personally. or maybe this blog could be the listening ears to the number of times i've sighed out of exhaustion this past seven days, this webspace could be the witness to my facial expression at the moment i thought i couldn't take it anymore,

but i won't let it.

there's been too much crying around me this week, too many stressful complaints from my peers, too much dejectedness in the air the moment i step into the classroom in the mornings;

enough is enough.

It Couldn't Be Done
Edgar Guest

Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.

we'll survive it, God willing.