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Patricia. i love the sea but i hate the beach. big difference.


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Wednesday, May 24, 2006


i went home extra early today (: well, not really extra early, but i didn't stay back for lunch.

we had the sculpture walk thing today. it was okay, i guess. we didn't have to watch brother bear in the hall. most of the people who went for the walk were from my class.

when we got back to school, we were told to go to the hall. to our other classmates. (only some people went for the sculpture walk, not the whole class) then when some guy opened the door for us jenny soh was in front of the hall and she started screaming at us using her darn loud microphone.

"WHY ARE YOU STANDING THERE? AND HOW CAN YOU GO OUT OF THE HALL? YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO GO FOR THE SYF! bla bla bla bla bla"

i wasn't really listening to her but i wanted to shout back at her so badly. we weren't going for the syf. we came back from the sculpture walk. and we were TOLD to go to the darn hall. it was friggin embarrassing. the WHOLE school was looking at us. it was so freaky.

then some guys from inside shut the door.

okay, so she didn't know. well, she could have asked, right? and she didn't have to overreact. she's like, supposed to know her pupils. clearly, she doesn't. she thought we were sec two people. so, yeah, she embarrassed herself. and only some people know that.

i hate teachers like her.

i tend to hate all teachers.

my IPW teacher is disgusting. she licks off her saliva foamy stuff forming at the corners of her mouth. i won't talk about it. it's really eeewww.

i have to empty my locker by tomorrow. and i haven't even started. WOW.

oh yeah, ms heng is leaving. she's an okay teacher.

sometimes.


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