Force over area

A maelstrom of events happened since I last blogged. Won't be going into much detail lest people take umbrage over whatever I was intending to write. Lately, I realized I haven't been able to think straight. I almost got into really hot boiling 1000 kelvin hot soup yesterday, but thankfully I was spared. Perhaps I was not thinking right, I was too rash and spontaneous.

This morning I heard Mr Lee our ex chinese teacher wants to see me. However, he is actually one of the discipline committee minions and somehow I figured it was related to yesterday's incident. Curious, I went to find him the first thing in the morning. And then apparently he back stab-ed me while I was trying to connect him through the telephone. Curiosity, oh wait, perhaps anxiety was overwhelming, I was wondering what he was going to say. Catch me for something I've done? A plenty of stuff to choose from. Send me to detention? 0.99 probability. So I figured it wasn't something spectacular or interesting. I braced myself.

Then it turned out he talked to me in a rather friendly tone about how pathetic my CIP hours was. And then I heaved a sigh of honest relief. Then he wants me to do some CIP for national day as well as some for some Project Agape. Somewhat and somehow, I agreed. And then not long after I figured I was going to get caught for hair. I did well, effectively get caught but not get caught. He just told me nicely to get it cut. No official warnings, or letters or detention.

The effectiveness of Night Study is diminishing. Somewhat, though the official end time is 2100 hrs, there is this contagious bug of fatigue or "work reluctance" or both that is very evident in the air from around 2030 hrs. At this magical minute the library will be transformed from a nerd den into a bunch of restless kids waiting to go home. Somehow, people start leaving at an exponentially rate after this magical minute. It is only inevitable to fall into this mood, this syndrome, or whatever you call it. Contagious, very.

Though I don't find it entirely effective, I have to conform to my 3 times per week pact with the school. It's decent, I guess, just that I didn't do much today.

I was listening to a good deal of Beethoven today. The library was too noisy and non conducive if I hear other people sprouting their own formulas vernacularly. Confusion strikes and I find it still better even if I get slightly engrossed in the music.

Finally I've cleared the three times for this week. I can go home tomorrow.