A letter from the "worst" Seniors ever.

Dear Teachers,

It's funny how you call us the worst batch that you have ever encountered. From our point of view, we're not that bad. Yes, we admit we're bad but branding us as the worst is ludicrous.

We understand that every year level has some kind of-- uh , we dunno-- divine reason as to why they think they're the best year level ever. Screw their reasons. We're not calling ourselves the best year level, we're just...you know, seniors. That's all.

We kinda noticed all the false idolatry you give us. Yeah, idolatry is a strange word but we want to use it just this one time. Please? :D Whenever we do something great, you guys praise us and tell us we're the best, like when we won the intrams (hah! in your faces!...but when we're using our talents outside competitions, you guys tell us we're a disturbance.
Didn't you guys know that when we compete, we only think about giving our school pride? we don't even think about our own glory.

We never forgot the time when we decided to behave and follow the rules. You told us to stop because we were annoying. Best yet, when you guys told us to stop talking... we stopped... but then minutes later, you guys get mad because we're not talking. Usually, normal people don't take this kind of crap.

Didn't you guys know that we worry about our grades too? Yeah. After class we sit down and "talk about you guys" because we care about out grades.
Maybe you guys just didn't notice that time when we all skipped recess just to work on our assignments. And you guys even tell us that we don't start on time. You guys are disappointed you say? That we just let each other copy our assignments> We know. It's bad... But the thought of even just one classmate not graduating scares us more. We're kinda tight, you see.

Didn't you know that we made the decorations for the Christmas parade? Boy, we even gave up our Saturdays decorating but we did anyway... cause the school needed us. We were so happy when we finished cause we did it all by ourselves.

We even sacrificed our field trip and our JS Prom! And you guys thought that our refusal for these activities is an act of rebellion. We actually chose not to do these because we wanted to give way to the dreaded term papers. See? We still know how to use our brains.

Why do you guys always compare us to the Juniors? It gets on our nerves when you guys tell us that they're better...sometimes smarter. We've been holding back all this time because they're underclassmen! Please! Even we know what pride is!
Because of that, we've had plans of burning down the school after graduation (well, that is, if we do graduate) because you guys always look down on us.

If only you guys were students for even one day, you'll see the simple wonders in our classroom. BY wonders, meaning hidden intelligence. Like, a real life ambidextrous. She can shift her hand of ease at anytime. She's even smart enough to use it to her advantage. People who are ambidextrous have brains that work in both regions, making them such fascinating people. There's also this one who has this amazing memory, almost photographic. We dont know why the hell she has such accurate memory but she cant bring herself to memorize formulas. We even have the sleep bunch. Give them a guitar and a good song and they'll start to look like professional musicians.

WE are all intelligent but we lack focus, sometimes confidence, and motivation. After all, it's your job to inspire us, to trust us, to believe that we can. Strangely, that's all we ask from you.

we don't treat teachers our natural enemies. It's just that you guys make us think so. Only a few teachers understand us and accept us for who we are. Only a few know how to deal with us too--without a response of rebellion. your numbers are fading and it saddens us.

Don't worry... we wont burn the school down after graduation. and of course, we don't bear grudges that long if you give us failing grades. If we can no longer endure all this disempowerment, we have no choice but to carry out our master plan. We'' tell you this... We're not gonna show our faces on graduation. We're just gonna take our diplomas. We're not gonna march, we're not gonna stay and hang around for mass cause we'll just annoy you guys again. Consider this, our final act of liberty. After all, we are the worst batch ever. :)


YOu may ask us ,"Are we serious?" try yo guess. We might be. :)