never thought you'd make me, break me
Aug. 18th, 2005 05:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spiderpigD:
My class was made to do maintainance after school today. Why? Because the state of my class is that of Calcutta's. Litter. Litter e'erywhere. It's madness I tell you. I remember finding moudly bread and oranges earlier this year. Yeah, like wtf? Anyway, the Operations Manager made us carry 70 chairs, a sofa, 2 armchairs, a coffee table, a dining table and a couple of platforms to the PAC. Well, that doesn't sound too hard now, does it?
It is, when there are only 5 guys in your class and most of them are pansies. (No offence :D) But you see, with so many girls, it was absolutely... inhuman. But we did it. THE STUPID GUYS ONLY COLLECTIVELY CARRIED LESS THAN 10 CHAIRS. >O 2 of them weren't around either. Bloody hell.
After shifting all the chairs around, Esther and Rachel were like imitating our teachers and acting out scenes from The Glass Menagerie. HAHAHA. omfg I laughed so hard with the class. I'm proud to say that we're probably one of the first classes to go into the PAC. Wahaha. What a torturous privilege.
And I've discovered what a horribly disappointing person I am. :O During Econs 'remedial'(I refuse to admit that I'm any sort of remedial) when Mr Tan when through the essay questions, he realized that I actually knew my work? But somehow I can't pen them down? Bah. How can I write GP, Lit and History essays and be so bad at Econs essays? Theory of relativity! Well at least I know that I'm not a total retard when it comes to Economics.
I still can't get over how my class was exploited like natives!!! To think we were moving chairs for the *cough*band*cough*.
My lip bled again this morning. WTF. I need it to heal fast. I look gross with a wounded lip. Anyway, I'm collecting my baritone saxophone tomorrow. <3<3<3 IT WILL BE REPAIRED!
Someone bring me gifts/flowers for my PAC performance? :o
My class was made to do maintainance after school today. Why? Because the state of my class is that of Calcutta's. Litter. Litter e'erywhere. It's madness I tell you. I remember finding moudly bread and oranges earlier this year. Yeah, like wtf? Anyway, the Operations Manager made us carry 70 chairs, a sofa, 2 armchairs, a coffee table, a dining table and a couple of platforms to the PAC. Well, that doesn't sound too hard now, does it?
It is, when there are only 5 guys in your class and most of them are pansies. (No offence :D) But you see, with so many girls, it was absolutely... inhuman. But we did it. THE STUPID GUYS ONLY COLLECTIVELY CARRIED LESS THAN 10 CHAIRS. >O 2 of them weren't around either. Bloody hell.
After shifting all the chairs around, Esther and Rachel were like imitating our teachers and acting out scenes from The Glass Menagerie. HAHAHA. omfg I laughed so hard with the class. I'm proud to say that we're probably one of the first classes to go into the PAC. Wahaha. What a torturous privilege.
And I've discovered what a horribly disappointing person I am. :O During Econs 'remedial'
I still can't get over how my class was exploited like natives!!! To think we were moving chairs for the *cough*band*cough*.
My lip bled again this morning. WTF. I need it to heal fast. I look gross with a wounded lip. Anyway, I'm collecting my baritone saxophone tomorrow. <3<3<3 IT WILL BE REPAIRED!
