** Hundred and Seven **
i'm here again. trying to blog and cramp in my homework at the same time. evidently it's failing. i had two days out of class. no. not yay. it's not the piles of homework i get after each day. i can deal with homework. it's the mindless crapiness of the whole freaking programme.
yeah. so they're training leaders. first of all maybe the teachers were just trying to convey some message into our closed up mind about being a leader and what to do and what not to do. yadda yiddi blah. heck. the message doesn't need to be conveyed through mindless talking where everyone's all cramped up in the media room.
what the hell was the use of us writing down our group member's on the first day. appointing a leader and getting a group a freaking name plus writing down our likes and dislikes. i don't see the significant of doing so. one thing i never likes about some of the teachers is how they give instructions. she specifically said to all the group leaders...
First game: Use everything on your body to make a line as long as you can
Second game: Pass the orange with your elbow
Third game: Knock down the hat of the opponent with the newpaper ball
so we run off to tell our group what to do. and half way through, taking out shoes and laces and ribbons, she stops us and ask to see her again. we go back and she says its not like that. we're supposed to be part of the line as well. i just stood there, wtf...you said just now use everything on our body...our body is not on our body...our body is our body.... so make the dumb stupid line. pass the freaking orange. throw the stupid newspaper ball. mess made with all the used newspaper. shesh...take and recycle la...then she talked some more. and that was the first day.
i went for Playne house meeting after that. i'm not in the spirit to be cheering or doing non-athletics for them this year. after all they lost the discipline cup last year after winning overall champion last last year. so pride gone down the drain. not that i bothered, even if we've been holding it for 10 years i think...well. at least now there won't be that constant bugging.
"girls, this year we must win the discipline cup."
"girls, discipline marks!!!"
"girls, we've been winning it for 10 years. we must win again."
girls this. girls that. and for the past four years of my life in that house, everything revolved around winning that dumb piece of metal. or is it made out of plastic. so i thank Pope for winning the cup last year. *salute*. so guess what section am i in?!?!?! first of all i joined arts cause i was way too lazy to do anything else. i'm out to make sure Playne house does not win the discipline cup anymore. walk around hair not cliped, shirt not tucked in, whatever it is.
---------------------[today]------------------------
so it is again. leadership training course. haaaa...last day. there are ice-breaking games that need to be invented. as you keep playing the same game it gets boring. i think i've played the game we played this morning five or six times already. and no doubt i go simple thing oso you people can screw up when those mix up the instructions.
then they made us pair up with someone we didn't know and write down a quality we see in them. first of all, how the hell do you see someone's quality by jus looking at them. it's like teaching us how to judge a book by it's cover. which is practically irrelevant if they were training leaders.
then it was back to being cramped up in the media room. well thecnically we sat at the back cause there were people sitting in front. it's not alike we're going to make those in front get up and let us sit in front. that's just total bull shit. so teachers being teachers. she started that whole "if you're not interested, get out" thing. if you haven't noticed, everytime the teacher says that, you'd be so very tempted to stand up and walk out. but you just remain seated in your chair and listen to her babble. so i had the urge to get up and walk out.
i sat at the back not listening. she's practically doing things she has already showed me so why should i see it again. and she goes doing that "No Apologies" activity with the water and the ink. whatever, lady.
the last 2hours were spent in the hall. wasting precious time. i could've been in class. then we had to find some junior and sit and talk something. well i didn't know what i was supposed to do actually. so i just sat with this girl, Syarifah from 4A1 i think...then we were asked to do it again. and i was practically walking around aimlessly looking for a freaking junior. and i just grabed one and sat. yes. i blindly grabbed one.
turns out i know her. well not know her by name. but i know she's a bitch. and i mean it literally. not just because she one of those high ponytailed zip-a-dee-doo-dah people. ahhh...i will not explain. anyway. i just sat there staring at her. she staring at me. screw this shit.
i went back to class after staying back to keep the wires n mic with jose n mich. complain about our parents is what we teenagers do. woots!!! then went up to class, get the homework and just stayed there. i wasn't in the mood to go for literature and go "Et tu, Brute." or "How much do i love thee, let me count the ways." .what a crappy day and you expect me to do poetry. fat chance. so i sat in class with Syarifah, Kamie, Umi, Sarah making all the noise we wanted. *bows* Thank you so much Kamie & Syarifah for offering to do the board for the dumb articles.
i thought the tacher-hating-4sc1[currently 5sc1] era was as good as gone. so why now the brand new teacher. who doesn't even know OUR CLASS. dare compare OUR CLASS to other form 5 classes. giving them merit points for taking part in class and saying that we dont. HECK. if only the teacher's would open their wrinkly eyes for just five seconds. i do find our class deserving of the merit points for taking part in class. cuz we seriously do.
TRACY. darling tracy ar...do something about your hair. we've been telling you that since this ABC crap started. then the day you got amaran from nooraini, we told you again. she told you as well. do something about your hair. and come today, after all the crapiness i had to go through, josephine comes to tell me. trayc got demerit for her hair. and worst it's from parimalah. discipline teachers double the marks btw.
they should've started this LAST YEAR. then we would've have gotten class gemilang EASY. with our choral speaking and all. darn. time to wakil sekolah and get some marks. and something to fill my testimonial cuz suddenly i realize my testimonial's gonna be empty if i dont do something about it. ahhh...whatever it is...
so now i'm going back to my homework.
gonna finish it all tonight.
sleep or no sleep.
i don't like having my homework piled up and it's only january.
i don't.
yeah. so they're training leaders. first of all maybe the teachers were just trying to convey some message into our closed up mind about being a leader and what to do and what not to do. yadda yiddi blah. heck. the message doesn't need to be conveyed through mindless talking where everyone's all cramped up in the media room.
what the hell was the use of us writing down our group member's on the first day. appointing a leader and getting a group a freaking name plus writing down our likes and dislikes. i don't see the significant of doing so. one thing i never likes about some of the teachers is how they give instructions. she specifically said to all the group leaders...
First game: Use everything on your body to make a line as long as you can
Second game: Pass the orange with your elbow
Third game: Knock down the hat of the opponent with the newpaper ball
so we run off to tell our group what to do. and half way through, taking out shoes and laces and ribbons, she stops us and ask to see her again. we go back and she says its not like that. we're supposed to be part of the line as well. i just stood there, wtf...you said just now use everything on our body...our body is not on our body...our body is our body.... so make the dumb stupid line. pass the freaking orange. throw the stupid newspaper ball. mess made with all the used newspaper. shesh...take and recycle la...then she talked some more. and that was the first day.
i went for Playne house meeting after that. i'm not in the spirit to be cheering or doing non-athletics for them this year. after all they lost the discipline cup last year after winning overall champion last last year. so pride gone down the drain. not that i bothered, even if we've been holding it for 10 years i think...well. at least now there won't be that constant bugging.
"girls, this year we must win the discipline cup."
"girls, discipline marks!!!"
"girls, we've been winning it for 10 years. we must win again."
girls this. girls that. and for the past four years of my life in that house, everything revolved around winning that dumb piece of metal. or is it made out of plastic. so i thank Pope for winning the cup last year. *salute*. so guess what section am i in?!?!?! first of all i joined arts cause i was way too lazy to do anything else. i'm out to make sure Playne house does not win the discipline cup anymore. walk around hair not cliped, shirt not tucked in, whatever it is.
---------------------[today]------------------------
so it is again. leadership training course. haaaa...last day. there are ice-breaking games that need to be invented. as you keep playing the same game it gets boring. i think i've played the game we played this morning five or six times already. and no doubt i go simple thing oso you people can screw up when those mix up the instructions.
then they made us pair up with someone we didn't know and write down a quality we see in them. first of all, how the hell do you see someone's quality by jus looking at them. it's like teaching us how to judge a book by it's cover. which is practically irrelevant if they were training leaders.
then it was back to being cramped up in the media room. well thecnically we sat at the back cause there were people sitting in front. it's not alike we're going to make those in front get up and let us sit in front. that's just total bull shit. so teachers being teachers. she started that whole "if you're not interested, get out" thing. if you haven't noticed, everytime the teacher says that, you'd be so very tempted to stand up and walk out. but you just remain seated in your chair and listen to her babble. so i had the urge to get up and walk out.
i sat at the back not listening. she's practically doing things she has already showed me so why should i see it again. and she goes doing that "No Apologies" activity with the water and the ink. whatever, lady.
the last 2hours were spent in the hall. wasting precious time. i could've been in class. then we had to find some junior and sit and talk something. well i didn't know what i was supposed to do actually. so i just sat with this girl, Syarifah from 4A1 i think...then we were asked to do it again. and i was practically walking around aimlessly looking for a freaking junior. and i just grabed one and sat. yes. i blindly grabbed one.
turns out i know her. well not know her by name. but i know she's a bitch. and i mean it literally. not just because she one of those high ponytailed zip-a-dee-doo-dah people. ahhh...i will not explain. anyway. i just sat there staring at her. she staring at me. screw this shit.
i went back to class after staying back to keep the wires n mic with jose n mich. complain about our parents is what we teenagers do. woots!!! then went up to class, get the homework and just stayed there. i wasn't in the mood to go for literature and go "Et tu, Brute." or "How much do i love thee, let me count the ways." .what a crappy day and you expect me to do poetry. fat chance. so i sat in class with Syarifah, Kamie, Umi, Sarah making all the noise we wanted. *bows* Thank you so much Kamie & Syarifah for offering to do the board for the dumb articles.
i thought the tacher-hating-4sc1[currently 5sc1] era was as good as gone. so why now the brand new teacher. who doesn't even know OUR CLASS. dare compare OUR CLASS to other form 5 classes. giving them merit points for taking part in class and saying that we dont. HECK. if only the teacher's would open their wrinkly eyes for just five seconds. i do find our class deserving of the merit points for taking part in class. cuz we seriously do.
TRACY. darling tracy ar...do something about your hair. we've been telling you that since this ABC crap started. then the day you got amaran from nooraini, we told you again. she told you as well. do something about your hair. and come today, after all the crapiness i had to go through, josephine comes to tell me. trayc got demerit for her hair. and worst it's from parimalah. discipline teachers double the marks btw.
they should've started this LAST YEAR. then we would've have gotten class gemilang EASY. with our choral speaking and all. darn. time to wakil sekolah and get some marks. and something to fill my testimonial cuz suddenly i realize my testimonial's gonna be empty if i dont do something about it. ahhh...whatever it is...
so now i'm going back to my homework.
gonna finish it all tonight.
sleep or no sleep.
i don't like having my homework piled up and it's only january.
i don't.
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