Concentration

Returning to school isn't really really really that detestable. I mean, school is fantastic. Look, they have teachers depriving you of your last 20 metre sprint into the assembly area and mark you late for that. Well, I was on the verge of being late, not late, but almost. Usually, assembly would be held at the parade square which was about a 20 metre walking distance away from the hall. Today morning assembly was held at the hall, which will take me about 50 seconds more to reach as compared to the parade square.

By the time I was at the concourse (which was 10 seconds away from the assembly ground). it was 7:39:40 hrs. I had an ample time of 20 seconds to reach a place where I only needed 10 seconds. However, due to the fact that assembly was held in the hall.(unusually) I didn't have enough time to get there. I reached the foot of the ramp (which contributes to all the extra distance to the hall), at 7:39:40 hours and I needed 50 seconds more time to get into the hall and find my class. thus, due to some miscalculations and unexpected situation, I was held back at the concourse together with about a hundred other pitiful souls who deserve the same amount of sympathy as me.

There weren't much consequence. I mean, what beats standing in front of a gigantic intimidating discipline committee minion (who ordered me to cut my hair last week), with the same (if not longer) unkempt hair. I didn't bathe this morning, which made my hair messier than ever. Fortunately, the excess of latecomers made it difficult for any "close combat style" attire check to be conducted.

Of course, I think there are two levels to being late. being trapped at the concourse and being trapped near the school gate. being stopped at the school gate warrants a fine chance to play with the scanner. (yes, the card scanner). and an involuntary chance to stay in the school (and enjoy their awesome facilities) till 1800 hrs. Being trapped at the concourse doesn't really do much harm. It's just a big risk for people like me who are forever breaking school rules.

Anyway school passed swiftly despite it being Monday. The classrooms surprisingly did not look blue for once. I decided to stay for night study because I wanted to evaluate it's productivity again. Or rather re-evaluate. I drank coke before night study and I was alert. And then I was asked when scanning in by the math head about my rock bottom performance in the mid years. (How I dropped back to a U from an A.). Thankfully, it didn't sound serious. But I guess that's what I really want to find out too. I given up hope on math for now though. It was relatively productive though.

Jlam came over to my place before night study. And Finale Notepad is really really fun. uberly humorous. It was amazing how we crapped, and laughed when something spectacularly stupid came out of it. Inspiration no 1, a collaboration by Jlam and TY. We wanted to print my Suite no 1 but my stupid printer couldn't run because I don't have it's software!!!

~Lalalala~