One word to a describe last Friday and Saturday’s retreat: a disaster.
I just didn’t enjoy the retreat which was supposed to be fun. I was even excited about it the day before. I couldn’t sleep the night before. And when the time for the retreat came, it just didn’t happen. Do you think it was meant to happen because it was Friday the 13th? So we arrived at St. Michael’s Retreat House at around 2 pm where we were met with the shocking news: we have to be arranged by class numbers for our room assignments. Most of us were just disappointed.
The sessions were okay - we made mandallas made up of the four elements and wrote something on our Barbie journals. All of us have to go to confession before we go to sleep. There was only one priest and we were 52 students in there. The confession was reported to end at 2 am and I was asleep by that time. After my confession, I arrived at my room and we had a little chit-chat. 1 am was bedtime and we woke up at 5:30.
I have to say that the worst part was yesterday’s breakfast and lunch. Some person just offended me and because I shot her back, she left the table. I’m not even “feeling close” - I just want to make friends with my classmates. You don’t need to be invited by someone to join the table. So what? It just bothered me the rest of the trip back home. On the bus, I just told my story to a friend and gave me some good advice. When we got back to STC, mom was already there and immediately told her how horrible the retreat went. We went to Robinsons Midtown to cap our day off. There I bought a Baby-sitters Club book - I haven’t bought one in a year. I’m coming to the point when Stacey lied to all of her friends and to her dad because she didn’t tell them that her boyfriend’s family will be vacationing in Fire Island.
Lately I’ve been experiencing hell, since it was November. I don’t know why I’m cursed to have a bad month in November because it had been running since 2005. I just hate it. Now sometimes I eat lunch alone or just go to the Guidance Office to tell about my problems. School is all about the pressure. I feel something different about my classmates lately. I just feel so miserable right now. I wish everything will go back to the way it used to be.
I just didn’t enjoy the retreat which was supposed to be fun. I was even excited about it the day before. I couldn’t sleep the night before. And when the time for the retreat came, it just didn’t happen. Do you think it was meant to happen because it was Friday the 13th? So we arrived at St. Michael’s Retreat House at around 2 pm where we were met with the shocking news: we have to be arranged by class numbers for our room assignments. Most of us were just disappointed.
The sessions were okay - we made mandallas made up of the four elements and wrote something on our Barbie journals. All of us have to go to confession before we go to sleep. There was only one priest and we were 52 students in there. The confession was reported to end at 2 am and I was asleep by that time. After my confession, I arrived at my room and we had a little chit-chat. 1 am was bedtime and we woke up at 5:30.
I have to say that the worst part was yesterday’s breakfast and lunch. Some person just offended me and because I shot her back, she left the table. I’m not even “feeling close” - I just want to make friends with my classmates. You don’t need to be invited by someone to join the table. So what? It just bothered me the rest of the trip back home. On the bus, I just told my story to a friend and gave me some good advice. When we got back to STC, mom was already there and immediately told her how horrible the retreat went. We went to Robinsons Midtown to cap our day off. There I bought a Baby-sitters Club book - I haven’t bought one in a year. I’m coming to the point when Stacey lied to all of her friends and to her dad because she didn’t tell them that her boyfriend’s family will be vacationing in Fire Island.
Lately I’ve been experiencing hell, since it was November. I don’t know why I’m cursed to have a bad month in November because it had been running since 2005. I just hate it. Now sometimes I eat lunch alone or just go to the Guidance Office to tell about my problems. School is all about the pressure. I feel something different about my classmates lately. I just feel so miserable right now. I wish everything will go back to the way it used to be.
