Whee. What a Friday. I officially declare it a State-Of-Relaxation. Its time to pack up my books, dump away my bag, analyze the television, investigate my game consoles and exercise my ability to wrestle monsters. MUAHAHAHHAHA!!! Its the weekends. A couple of days without going to school and the cord which links me and my homework to be totally cut, no more concepts, graphs and essays ... Nah.. Exams around the corner, how can I afford to be so ... slack. *Buries head in grammar notes*
This morning's Chinese debate didn't go as the teachers planned, both debaters were unprepared, chairman included, then we screwed everything up and there went our supposedly thrilling "Cheng guang lun tan".
Then Mr Quek came in and he disclosed many, many classified, top-secret documents - Our overall class rankings for Literature and English. Wow. For English, I ranked tenth from the bottom. Not impressive, but our class overall grades, ranged from 62 -75. I got a 69. A wonderfully crafted B3! Not bad BUT missed A2 by one mark. Then Literature, seventh in class, on par with Kah Hong, Wei Jing and Han Yong. Then Mr Quek said, you see, you people must work hard for IH, cause the best are already ranked at 19th in the whole consortium levels. Okay, so much statistics BUT here, I think, the really touching part, was Mr Quek empathised (!!!) with us, "Yeah, GEP students and classes are like that. They might rank very low here, but when they go somewhere else, they are one of the best." He... actually tried to console us and this, I felt, was very nice of him. Hmph.
Then we had to go through this comprehension that we did in class. I don't understand, why is it whenever I talk or make a point, everyone shuts up and like listens to my point. An icy silence would be lingering in our class and I am really not used to it. Is it because I am soft, or is it because I have a sense of authority or is it, cause I speak rarely thus everyone was savouring the moment which I actually talked. Hmph. Hmph.
Haha. Bowie you are wrong... History lessons can be interresting if you want them to be interesting. Ms Sim had this funny interlude when she said she was teaching us "A Lesson in Life". She said whistling to a girl you admire is crude and rude. (Don't mind the rhymes.) Many of us agreed. Hmph, what do I think... I personally feel, by whistling, you make yourself sound like a werewolf and of course, who would want to befriend a werewolf. Hmph, maybe a she-werewolf would.
I never did understand faults so I practically copied in Ms Foo lesson. Sad thing. And I was boasting to Wei Jing about how much I knew about faults, how complacent can get. Pardon me.*weeps* Sorry something's... *weep* stuck ... *weep* in my eye... *weep*
Wheeeeeee LALALALALALALA.....Amigos para siempre means you would always be my friend.... not just a summer or a spring..... LALALALLALALA Music lesson is soooo embarassing. Everyone just can't make it to the high pitch note and they are all depserately trying to squeak... Sounded like werewolfs howling to she-werewolves. But, it was fun, all that suprano stuff and editing of phonics, the words of the song were so modified by me and Nel it sounded like cars screeching. We were like dragging the 'r' of every word. So spring sounded like sprrrrrreeng. EW.
We ended the day with Ms Seng's tokyo pictures, then Mr Loh's lesson on "questions and how questions should be questioned" Quite dull and complicated but probably just me. Then cavin SIMPLY HAD TO ask Daniel, "Eh, why you inside got wear singlet one?" Then Mr LOh caught him talking then made Daniel reply Cavin in front of the class. "Cause I am cold." Nice reason to wear a singlet. I thought singlets were used as proper dress code in a hawker centre. No offence.
So I got home then here I am, blogging. How am I going to sample the feeling of being home...far away... dreaming .... never ending ..........
This morning's Chinese debate didn't go as the teachers planned, both debaters were unprepared, chairman included, then we screwed everything up and there went our supposedly thrilling "Cheng guang lun tan".
Then Mr Quek came in and he disclosed many, many classified, top-secret documents - Our overall class rankings for Literature and English. Wow. For English, I ranked tenth from the bottom. Not impressive, but our class overall grades, ranged from 62 -75. I got a 69. A wonderfully crafted B3! Not bad BUT missed A2 by one mark. Then Literature, seventh in class, on par with Kah Hong, Wei Jing and Han Yong. Then Mr Quek said, you see, you people must work hard for IH, cause the best are already ranked at 19th in the whole consortium levels. Okay, so much statistics BUT here, I think, the really touching part, was Mr Quek empathised (!!!) with us, "Yeah, GEP students and classes are like that. They might rank very low here, but when they go somewhere else, they are one of the best." He... actually tried to console us and this, I felt, was very nice of him. Hmph.
Then we had to go through this comprehension that we did in class. I don't understand, why is it whenever I talk or make a point, everyone shuts up and like listens to my point. An icy silence would be lingering in our class and I am really not used to it. Is it because I am soft, or is it because I have a sense of authority or is it, cause I speak rarely thus everyone was savouring the moment which I actually talked. Hmph. Hmph.
Haha. Bowie you are wrong... History lessons can be interresting if you want them to be interesting. Ms Sim had this funny interlude when she said she was teaching us "A Lesson in Life". She said whistling to a girl you admire is crude and rude. (Don't mind the rhymes.) Many of us agreed. Hmph, what do I think... I personally feel, by whistling, you make yourself sound like a werewolf and of course, who would want to befriend a werewolf. Hmph, maybe a she-werewolf would.
I never did understand faults so I practically copied in Ms Foo lesson. Sad thing. And I was boasting to Wei Jing about how much I knew about faults, how complacent can get. Pardon me.*weeps* Sorry something's... *weep* stuck ... *weep* in my eye... *weep*
Wheeeeeee LALALALALALALA.....Amigos para siempre means you would always be my friend.... not just a summer or a spring..... LALALALLALALA Music lesson is soooo embarassing. Everyone just can't make it to the high pitch note and they are all depserately trying to squeak... Sounded like werewolfs howling to she-werewolves. But, it was fun, all that suprano stuff and editing of phonics, the words of the song were so modified by me and Nel it sounded like cars screeching. We were like dragging the 'r' of every word. So spring sounded like sprrrrrreeng. EW.
We ended the day with Ms Seng's tokyo pictures, then Mr Loh's lesson on "questions and how questions should be questioned" Quite dull and complicated but probably just me. Then cavin SIMPLY HAD TO ask Daniel, "Eh, why you inside got wear singlet one?" Then Mr LOh caught him talking then made Daniel reply Cavin in front of the class. "Cause I am cold." Nice reason to wear a singlet. I thought singlets were used as proper dress code in a hawker centre. No offence.
So I got home then here I am, blogging. How am I going to sample the feeling of being home...far away... dreaming .... never ending ..........
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