Monday Morning? A fuckin torture. Honestly! You're hungover from all the fun you've had during the weekends and an eye-shut later you're expected to be back on your feet, by some imaginary force that feeds off parents and teachers, and is to open your arms and mouth; ready to embrace the horribly, painful embracing, swallowing and digesting of knowledge we're supposedly to receive from our oh-so-lovely teachers. I woke up later than my usual 5.45 to a not so heavenly sound (my alarm. Sometimes I'd fling it at the far end of my room where it'd fall with a clatter and dim out...but would repeat that same blaring, blasted alarm. Forcing me to get my butt out of bed and shut the damnt hing off) and was stumbling into the bathroom at 6.10; cursing and pushing my brothers back into their rooms (we share one bathroom...pairing up an already-way-too-angsty young adolescent human being and two ghastly-dweeby-annoying-know-it-all midgets was never a good idea) so I could somehow rid myself of dead cells and bacteria in 5 minutes. Somehow, I made it without falling flat on my face or on my side like last week (the bruise's still there on my hip, urgh) and was in the car, balancing my bread and egg salad breakfast on my lap.
I lived through this morning's assembly quite well. I didn't mutter curses and claims that would contradict Mr. Manish (this fat, king-kong look-a-like that wishes to turn all of us to God-loving-zombies where all our purpose to live is praise and worship the One and ONLY father...oh how sexist is the bible. God's not MAN NOR IS HE WOMAN!) as much as I would the previous week and scampered off to Physics class where I proceeded to pass the time daydreaming, doodling and passing notes with Melica under the teacher's nose. Of course I've taken my notes too. Girls are just born multitaskers. We simply rock at it and leave some of the male species in awe (we scoff and laugh at this fact). Time crawled by with General Paper class simply turned into a virtual pinball competition between me and Melica and our weird fun of naming the high-score names ridiculous, incoherent words that you would definitely not find in the dictionary this century. What was actually worth reading happens next. Right after our useless Further Mathematics class (Mr. Chako, being unpresent, was substituted by "Don't call me sir" Erwin who seemed slightly intimidated by us for he'd scuttle away when he talks even if we sat still in our chairs), Pure Mathematics. Do not ask why I take both Pure Mathematics and Further Pure Mathematics, the first is required and the latter required by my parents. Anyways, Mathematics started off extremely rowdy. Being a bored teenager, it wouldn't be a surprise to anyone (or is shouldn't) that we'd rebel and refuse to do anything but play. We asked Mr. Allan (Our rumoured-to-be-gay-and-pedo teacher that once was socked by the computer teacher, Mr. Jayson, for trying to hit on him) if we could somehow have a little fun alongside our studies and he refused very violently. Our reaction to his reaction's simple. We're not stupid people, we know that this teacher's quite laidback and easy to manipulate so we slowly pulled and stretched questions and explanations to waste time or to simply run away from learning Geometric series and other crap. Just a little after the first period he simply blew up! He went berserk! He shouted, banged his hands, threw around his books and slammed the door! It'd be the coolest thing he's ever done if only his eyes hadn't clouded over to a lightly murky and dull colour that reddened with a tinge of dirty-canary-yellow that makes it look as if it's about to pop out or leak out a waterfall of tears. Honestly...we were just trying to reason that it'd be better to learn Logarithms now rather than continue when we'll use it tons and need it during many occasions but no, he wanted to stay his ground and scream at us that we're being horrible to him and being unreasonably stupid when we're the so called "best class of the school". Is that really so? I mean...doesn't it piss you off (at least a little bit) that they give you such high expectations and expect you to fill it! and when you don't reach that expectations they say that they have a friggin right to yell at you and tell you what stupid asses you are for not being able to reach the goal they set. I don't know...all in all there's simply nothing exciting in school and we get cheap fun outa buggin the teachers. What the hell...
I really should get to finishing my homework soon. English, General Paper, and Physics....OH! and a Chemistry test to study for. Lovely. Simply lovely. Brain usage abuse should be illegal...if it gets even worse when we grow older i'll be driven insane! Seriously...people that has suicidal and homicidal tendencies should not be put in any kind of stress so to not provoke any crazy actions. A friend of mine, Darma, has just cut himself. Some people think cutting is gross. Some people think it stupid. Some people think it cool. Some people don't think much about it. Some people...do it too. I'm the latter. Cutting's bad...People cut...for what? They have their own reasons. Leave 'em alone. They'll reach for your hand eventually! Funny though, that whenever some of us reach out is the time when all eyes look the other way only to turn back and fixate on you when you've cowered off to lick your wounds, slit open and squeezed dry of blood, rubbed with vinegar, salt and lemon by LIfe all mighty.
I'm actually gonna work now....hahaha, funny, I know.
2 comments:
too much words n too little font.
your blog is intersting we hardly talk anymore cause of different school, schedule, etc, whatever. you should write a book, you're really good at this. although it isnt like you're story or something, more like a slife of your life.
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