I stepped into the room, a mask of confidence worn,
Yet inside, doubt was born.
Before me lay a test, a dragon covered,
With Rizal’s legacy, my fate was revealed.
Wisdom fled, for TikTok held my gaze,
A siren’s call luring me into a haze.
With no time to cross the books of old,
My strategy? A dance of guesses bold.
“Describe Rizal’s role?” the first challenge loomed,
My thoughts a black hole, where knowledge is entombed.
I wrote “national hero,” a fleeting spark,
Hoping to mask my ignorance in the dark.
In the realm of the contemporary, I sought reprieve,
But geopolitics struck, my confidence was deceived.
“Define globalization?” I mumbled a line,
“It’s like Wi-Fi connecting nations.”
Clock tick threats as panic took flight,
My dreams of passing dimmed into the night.
So, I doodled and scribbled, a chaotic ballet, Praying the ink wouldn’t seal my fate today.
At last, it concluded; I released my despair,
A parchment of nonsense, yet light as air.
As I crossed the threshold, a smirk on my face, “Maybe I’ll study tomorrow—maybe.”
