Stranger
I recently went to Miriam to attend an economic and political briefing sponsored by Ibon. Before going there, I was a bit excited. I was looking forward to seeing some people I knew in High School since the briefing was to be held in the college mini-theater anyway. Upon my arrival, I immediately sent Belle a text message. We weren't able to see each other though because she had to attend class. Anyway, while I was on my way to the mini-theater, I saw a High School friend whom I haven't seen for the longest time. I called her name and she said hi. However, the way she said hi had a question mark after it. The expression on her face read :"Who are you?" I didn't see that coming. The worst part is, I was with a college friend when that happened and she saw the entire thing. 
How can she not recognize me? I mean, do I look so different now? Sure, I no longer look as harassed and wasted as I looked like before but it's not like I had plastic surgery. Is it really possible for a person to forget what his or her friend looks like? Why do I seem like a stranger to her? She's too young to be suffering from Alzheimer's. But then again why bother thinking about it? I'm not a loser nor am I desperate to have friends. I'm probably just so curious because I happen to have a brain that still functions well.
Cramming for one, compromises the quality of whatever you're working on. Because you're in a hurry, you'll have to settle with whatever you have at the moment. Secondly, it disrupts your routine and usual behavior. For instance, you would not care about the way you look and whether the clothes you're wearing match because you have to meet a deadline which is a few hours (or maybe even minutes) from now. Cramming sucks and I've known that for a long time but I still keep on doing it. I actually just finished a case study for one of my major subjects. It was given since the start of the semester and my groupmates and I only really started working on it last week. I didn't sleep last Friday, thinking that I'd be able to finish it, but I didn't. Not sleeping wasn't worth it at all. I didn't have energy the following day and I couldn't think well. I always tell myself that things will be different the next time, that I'll be able to manage my time. But nothing ever happens. It's like I'm stuck in a cycle of cramming. When will I truly learn my lesson?