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Thursday, January 04, 2007

school.

i dont know why im blogging.
maybe it's because i just read zhengning's post. and when an impulsive person reads an impulsive person's post, what do you get? tada.
this is gonna be a ranty post, just to get you prepared. i dunno why im so cranky today >< (prematurely pmsing?? eek)

anyway. 2nd day of school. completely slack. i was wondering why the teachers even bother making us attend school today.

lessons start tomorrow. im sooooo (exclamation mark exclamation mark) looking forward to them. like i said in my personal message, first lesson of the year with tk wong is JUST what i need man. she ruined my sec two math and now, HEH. all the twofourers can testify to and remember so vividly all her quirkiness and, well, off-ness. -.-

"GOOD MO-O-ORNING GIRLS!!"
and then i remember how i started good mo-o-orning-ing her back. sec 3 we were all joking around about an ex math teacher as if we were eternally rid of her (okay that sounds bad) and even reminiscing quite fondly bout the good ol' days, where we'd laugh ourselves silly and till our tummies ached but of course the good ol' days wont ever repeat themselves, will they?

like a true blue horror movie, they did. correction, they WILL. starting with the very first lesson tomorrow morning. mannn am i looking forward to this. that's not the end of it. we're stuck with the same chem teacher and possibly (if i could have so fortunately heard wrongly) the same chinese teacher.

eng and lit teacher came to class today to see me (the very very honoured and lucky english rep) and jiayun (the equally privileged lit rep), and cos the entire class dint know her we stood up rather messily and greeted,
"goooooooood-" *wait for whole class to stand, snigger*
"gooooood *giggle giggle* morning......."
grace: "teee... cher...??"
*more loud giggles*
said 'tee cher' looked extremely pissed and demanded to be greeted properly. claimed to be our english and lit teacher.
*shocked and embarrassed gasps from class*
"goooooooood morning ms lim..."

and i happened to be sitting at the front row, which was closest the door. and she was staring at me laughing the entire time. AAAAHHHH.

whyyyy does my last year have to be so potentially screwed up. whyyy are we being dumped with what seems to be the leftovers. WHY. :(


p.s. i am sad and in a state of great distress, if you havent realised. what a ranty post.

i took a break;
3:19 AM

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