Thursday, July 26, 2007'♥

i did not post quite long. i caught a flu. and finally got better.

Maths test. many said it was difficult. but i only find last question difficult. the test paper only have 4 QUESTIONS. stupid larhs. i still cannot really figure out the last question.

literature. okay. but lots to write. NOT ENOUGH TIME FOR ME. and maybe for all. so is kinda SCREWED?

austral maths competition. at first the question was like super lame 45 -36 then give the answer. is so simple at the front. but when it goes to the back. it makes you super confused and blur. NO CALCULATOR is allowed. i couldn't play those number. Awww.

Mrs Ng, the HOD of welfare. she came in and told about the results of the survey of the school. Cause the survey was like asking. Are you proud to wear your school uniform? most of us put DISAGREE OR STRONGLY DISAGREE. Do you like the school environment? DISAGREE AND STRONGLY DISAGREE. most of the answer were like that. so she asked us, why were we so UNHAPPY? seriously our class is too HONEST. Complain teachers, CCA and blah blah blah... and in the dark. i seriously also agree what they say, just that we do not have any chance to say it out. even we do, no one will care about it.

today Chinese lesson was like in a battlefield. seriously, what i think is. many were unhappy about the teacher, is partly because, she does not know how to teach properly although her Chinese language is good. She used MARKS to PRESSURISE US. we don't like to be pressurise. IN fact, we don't care the marks like what wanlin said. thats a point i agree with her. she said that our attitude got problem, why don't she also reflect? there's a cause and a effect. if she got any problem, the effect would be the rebelious side of us. AND I ALSO HATE BEING IN THE BEST CLASS. best class does not mean is always the best.

there's ice skating test tomorrow. and i did not really practiced much. make sure i go there early. hais. tomorrow is the last day of mr lee. and the weirdest thing that, my class suddenly went back to the childhood time, blowing those small balloons bubbles-like.

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