Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Note: This is something personal, please do not sue me. If when you read the first sentance and and do not like it, skip that entire paragraph to the one below this.
Miss Tan S.K. does not rock. In fact, she makes our lessons become like incontinence, and I daresay we can hardly pick up anything from her. I have decided not to furthur degrade my English by using the phrase "small fry" as it neither symbolises her (looking like a fish compliments her; I would say she looks like a toad in spectacles), as I have the feeling that when I use it I sound like some Ah-Lian-Wannabe.
So. Yesterday was the first day of school, and I was feeling rather excited due to the match during training (4-6) at CCAB with Sengkang. By the way, SN Junior Team HOCKEY 2005 (C'DIV - it sounds more professional) sort of trashed Sengkang with an amazing score of 4-1(IT IS 4-1 and not 3!!! What an insult to the forwards). I hooked Fatty's left ankle Unintentionally but purposely. What it means is that I did it purposely, but to the umpire (my dear senior Laura, she was slightly better today) it looked like it was unintentional.
There was the new timetable at school too, and we met Miss Low- our future English teacher (she's quite nice, except she is very particular about our attire). The structural changes Are Not Good. I do not like them. It means that the very last period of the day is 45 minutes, and just today, I had 1hour and 15minutes of Chinese. Haha. Luckily Ms Tk didn't drone on and on with her extremely monotonous voice, puting majority of the class to sleep, but instead assigned us this task where we have to do this question on that (earlier mentioned) stupid and pointless 7-11 book. Rachel, Yanzhu and I decided to just write crap (neither of us read the book. Except me, and I only read the first 40 or so pages).
And by the fucking end of the lesson (excuse my language; I just thought of something that made my blood pressure go up, you will hear about it very soon), when all other classes were dismissed, that fucking TK (SK is too nice for her, you know the jewellery) started writing out our chinese names on the board. And it is our fucking seating arrangement and I'm smack right in the front with -eurgh- JOCELYN THING and Adeline. Maybe she won't turn out so bad, (I think it would be better if I think this way..) but I still hate that fucking SHIT TK. Damn her!
And today Mr Imran came in. Actually I had that impression plastered in my head that he would be quite a fun and enjoyable teacher, but it was changed theminute, sorry I mean second, he started setting the ground rules. And we can't even smile in his lessons? Wtf. I want MR WONG back!
I ain't looking forward to lessons tomorrow. Damn the teachers (except, Ms Low, Ms Praba and Mrs Ong -Damn its going to be Physics soon!)
Only CCA. And we ONLY have 4 more trainings till our first competition, which is 11 July.
ƒrom Alice • 18:03
Miss Tan S.K. does not rock. In fact, she makes our lessons become like incontinence, and I daresay we can hardly pick up anything from her. I have decided not to furthur degrade my English by using the phrase "small fry" as it neither symbolises her (looking like a fish compliments her; I would say she looks like a toad in spectacles), as I have the feeling that when I use it I sound like some Ah-Lian-Wannabe.
So. Yesterday was the first day of school, and I was feeling rather excited due to the match during training (4-6) at CCAB with Sengkang. By the way, SN Junior Team HOCKEY 2005 (C'DIV - it sounds more professional) sort of trashed Sengkang with an amazing score of 4-1(IT IS 4-1 and not 3!!! What an insult to the forwards). I hooked Fatty's left ankle Unintentionally but purposely. What it means is that I did it purposely, but to the umpire (my dear senior Laura, she was slightly better today) it looked like it was unintentional.
There was the new timetable at school too, and we met Miss Low- our future English teacher (she's quite nice, except she is very particular about our attire). The structural changes Are Not Good. I do not like them. It means that the very last period of the day is 45 minutes, and just today, I had 1hour and 15minutes of Chinese. Haha. Luckily Ms Tk didn't drone on and on with her extremely monotonous voice, puting majority of the class to sleep, but instead assigned us this task where we have to do this question on that (earlier mentioned) stupid and pointless 7-11 book. Rachel, Yanzhu and I decided to just write crap (neither of us read the book. Except me, and I only read the first 40 or so pages).
And by the fucking end of the lesson (excuse my language; I just thought of something that made my blood pressure go up, you will hear about it very soon), when all other classes were dismissed, that fucking TK (SK is too nice for her, you know the jewellery) started writing out our chinese names on the board. And it is our fucking seating arrangement and I'm smack right in the front with -eurgh- JOCELYN THING and Adeline. Maybe she won't turn out so bad, (I think it would be better if I think this way..) but I still hate that fucking SHIT TK. Damn her!
And today Mr Imran came in. Actually I had that impression plastered in my head that he would be quite a fun and enjoyable teacher, but it was changed the
I ain't looking forward to lessons tomorrow. Damn the teachers (except, Ms Low, Ms Praba and Mrs Ong -Damn its going to be Physics soon!)
Only CCA. And we ONLY have 4 more trainings till our first competition, which is 11 July.
