Slapsticks playing a game of Mao. My observation skills are getting worser and worser. The Chairman (aka. bunch of card players who think Bridge is a very fun game of building bridges, which actually sounds like it. The slack day has begun. Air-conditioned in awkward silence, making momentary sounds of scales. Failure to observe the rule was one of the most retarded criterion for getting through a game of Mao(I found out I had to complete my assignment, which meant a slight game would have tons of observations, and that it would/might last longer and longer till the 3rd lang was over.) Found out that tons of rules had to be set. Stupid politics. Maybe I could control in a game of Mao from now on. And yes, this might seem like 'what, I have to write quite a long post of such a short day cos later still got dumb lessons still need to attend. And senior told me to tank 1st part, so have to practice' and sort of that. Inner concentration is so NOT the opposite of getting the basis of utopia and conversing that the world would be like this. And the random moves one makes can have a slight effect. Must introduce to class. A bit of digression away from the usual dots. IF THE CLASS GETS IT. At least the rules are better than that of chinese poetry + random malay lessons and assignments by our wondrous teacher. TO be continued...(sort of, I have a lagging com over here)
Yes,it's another year of that stupid life in secondary school again. As I dreamt of the next day that would determine whether CSE would be a step away or not, I wonder: gosh, there's LA test too. And of course, I woke up. Sore throat today. Spoke a sentence during Pday. Gah, if I even wanted to go for Pday. What is it anyway? It's just a slang for little children and mature seniors that relate Projects' Day into something that near of Doomsday(know Dday?). And yes, with so much to do, having more Jap lessons due to tight schedule of class attendance and also getting more and more time spent on CCA when LEP lessons are crammed in too. Played Portal. Bored. The only person sitting in front of the table, drinking tons of coffee and gross, non-aromatic hot chocolate and of course, you know what is done when this happens. Tired. Bored. I feel like puking. And got owned during Pday session, when this teacher was like literally 'shooting' at us, especially the last question. Retarded, I must say. He asked if we have group reflections. Stunned. Confused. Luckily, I had to say something despite my throat feeling damn sore, and my phone vibrating in my pocket telling me that there was very little battery+math test next week. I typed this during the Pday SL session for Lower Secondary. Secondary 1s who stared blankly at screens and wondering: can I just go off now? Secondary 2s who had to slack by wasting time doing some stuff. Gah, I should have escaped and gone to OBR. I should have practiced instead of trying to listen to some dumb slides which felt really pro. LA prose and poem is the worst subject I have in my report book. And that this stupid LA test is just tomorrow, waiting to murder innocent minds that cannot understand what the author means about it. I think even authors don't. Teachers must have a brilliant mind. My first compliment in this post. And it was to must worst thing I could imagine. LA is screwed. Screwed. Screwed. And my phone just vibrated during Pday. I wonder if teacher can outwit William Shakespeare in The Merchant of Venice next time.
