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Tuesday, June 26, 2007

[ ninth grade?! ]

Me in the same batch as my younger sister?! No way, man.

We went downtown with Tita Cristy and Tito Raul today to take the placement test. I finally saw the other part of Toronto, the "city" part, with the Bata Shoe Museum, the CN Tower, Bloor Street, and other stuff you might find in guide books.

So shortly after we got to the place (Loreto College or something) my sis and I were made to write the usual details on a piece of paper. And then this Vietnamese guy, his name was Henry, put in Grade Nine on both of our papers. At first I was okay with it, since I won't be alone when I get there, but graduate at the same time as my younger sister? Give me a break. I mean, how loser-ish is that?

The test was pretty easy, though. Except for Math. Area, perimeter, all these were lost on me. For a moment there I even forgot how to do fractions - and I've been doing them for the past eight years!

Nevertheless, we both still managed, because of good English to make it to our selected school, Pope John Paul II C.S.S. If we didn't we would've been sent to Jean Vanier. Phew then, we'd have our cousin Monica to guide us along. But still. Ninth grade, with my sister. We both fear competition, even if we are not actually competing. People might look [at me, namely] and say, "Oh, you're in the same grade then?" and compare my grades with hers. The problem is, we are both good, maybe equally so. Both of us are honour students and we are in the same career path. There is no competition, but other people might think there is. And then we might begin to see that we're being compared, compete, and affect our sisterhood.

So you see how that just ruins things? They can't put me in tenth grade and I don't want them to, because the tenth-graders might already have their groups and I might not fit in. I'm glad I'm going to school with my sister so I won't be alone, but having to be in the same grade sucks.

Anyway after all that we went to Eglinton Square in where else, Eglinton. Those white guys are so good-looking. Maybe mostly because I've never been around them (only Filipino guys all my life) so yeah...almost every one I saw was gorgeous. There was this guy who opened the door for me and my sis (cause they have exceptional manners here hahaha) and he and his friend were in muscle shirts or something and like, wow.

Pasta-loving me went to an Italian fastfood place that started with a V and ordered spaghetti and pizza. Their servings are HUGE! I guess, to be expected from a place like Canada. And then we went out after that and I saw another guy in a green shirt who was wow.

Next we all headed to Oshawa. I don't know my geography yet so exactly how far that is from downtown or Scarborough is still not clear to me. Anyway, Oshawa is good. Spacious, clean and new-looking. Kuya Raoul's house was still like brand-new. Everything was white. It was nice, I mean I could imagine living in it, but it was far from any good Catholic school I know. All we did there was sit and watch TV and then around 4:30 PM we left, and shopped for some groceries.

Guess that's all for now. Tomorrow might be Niagara and on Sunday cherry-picking.

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