Looks like I'm going to have to post about school again, which is where we poor students spend majority of our day.
The day started out kind of uneasy. I was wondering how many people (and especially Mr wong) is going to tell me that "I cut hair like never cut like that". And how Mr wong will summon the discipline committee and harass me. It wasn't a good feeling but I think I coped with it, at least I tried to convince myself to think optimistically. Not that I was afraid of punishment, or for this matter, troublesome intervention from the discipline committee, but I just found it too irksome, too retarded, too unproductive and a waste of my time and energy. That's sums it all, it just destroys my tranquility.
And then, after morning assembly I was called in. But to my surprise, there was no punishment, no detention, not even the single bit of sign of trouble. Just a nice talk by some discipline committee people, and it was too friendly that it seems too much like trying to coax a five year old baby. It was the soft approach. I didn't get to see the pudge. But it was a nice morning, learning that I get away unscathed for several "more serious than your average" offenses.
Then I get the most unhealthy, painful punishment in my stay in the college to date. The copying of a piece of chemistry lecture notes, specifically, chemical equilibrium notes. That's not exactly or literally one piece, it was a stack of them, spanning 27 pages. (which was later reduced to page 14-21 only). But it was too late! I copied pages 1-14 earlier during assembly because I didn't want to stay back too long. Worst mistake ever, I ended up copying 21 pages of lecture notes on 21 sides of 10 sheets of foolscap paper. No matter how adapt I was during primary school/secondary school days in punishment copying (writing lines and copying books), I was so rusty. The nerves on my hand seemed to be suffocating as I grit my teeth in endurance, my determination paid off, I finished like 30 minutes faster than the second runner up. All this, just for forgetting to do some chemistry thing on the portal on e-learning day yesterday. How unworthy.
It was a very extended day in school. Being forced to watch a debate on the united nations as part of GP enrichment. I couldn't see how it was enriching. Though I wasn't listening, I think content wise, it was rather decent. However, some speakers did have a detestable tone which is a total no-no in debates I presume. You don't want to turn your audience off immediately. I didn't like an excess of fake accents. Some people can pull it off well and that sets them apart, but trying and failing is worst then not trying. So hold your horses people and don't try that flashy fake accent until you're totally confident. I found it too artificial for my liking that I couldn't even listen without flinching. I found the Q and A rather refreshing though. Overall I think it was a decent 'performance", though flawed in many ways. It could have been a lot better, the standard was definitely not high . I should not have taken Bp's standard for granted. Finally the disparity strikes. And the miasma of restlessness relentlessly took the crowd by force. I had no choice other than sinking my head into my crumpler bag.
The entire day was marked with stupid events. We had a fire drill. Which was just "another procedure". I believe no one likes it, even teachers. They are (or rather everyone is) just so interrupted to the point that it was disturbing. Other than that, standing under the scorching sun was definitely not an incentive to this whole shitty procedure. Umbrellas became hip and hot, and everyone was fighting for shade. Some wanted to appear macho, while others resigned to the fate that they knew no one with an umbrella.
I found a shade under a tree behind the field across the track. Lay my bag and slept in peace. Until a group of J1 guys came up to me, (i was awoken by footsteps) they mistook me for the missing person that was frantically announced over and over over the PA. If I was that freaking person, I would not be sleeping with such tranquility. I was totally unnoticed, until a whole big group of strangers sat around me where I was hauled back to the field by teachers, the scorching sun, and the miasma of pungent perspiration.
Stupid day. It was too unproductive. But I can't help it right? I have learn that you cannot be truthful. You must be tactful with words, you cannot say a lesson is useless (or for this matter), because teachers are trained in NIE. It's recognized so I must recognize it as well. I cannot be truthful to the point I trespass another person's rice bowl.
Of course, if you did not sense the sarcasm, bang the wall.
Now if you would excuse me, I have a thousand grains of rice and some dead animal on my plate waiting for me.
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