8:53 am
Trainee: Our topic for today is catalysts. Catalysts are blablabla...
Chels, Izaq: [bored and blanking out]
Trainee: Catalysts yada-yada...
Chels: What? Catalysts? Is she talking about religion now?
9:00 am
Trainee: Catalysts are used to speed up reactions, making the substances react faster.
Chels: Oh, I know! Just like STEROIDS!!
[class turns and stares at Chels]
Brynner: Whaaaaat???
Izaq: I’m sorry Brynner that you don’t know what steroids are.
Rafie: Steroids are bad!!
Chels: Not when you’re Janno.
Izaq: Janno defines steroids.
9:04 am
Oh, my gosh. AJ and Shin are plotting to murder the trainee... it’s about bloody time!
Kidding. But seriously...
9:05 am
“Janno’s so buff, you can push hard as you might and he won’t ever move!”
“He defines inertia as well!!”
“Izaq, you actually remembered what inertia meant?”
“I...”
9:06 am
The trainee’s finally given up teaching! “Amen,” says Izaq.
9:07 am
Oh, she got real ticked off by us paying zero attention to her by talking simultaneously while she goes on about catalysts so... she blew up and is now sulking at her desk.
9:10 am
Chemistry’s over! Bio now, it’s fun though. I don’t mind Bio. Our current teacher’s a temp since our actual teacher’s 9 months pregnant, on maternity leave and her stomach’s just about the size of a hot air balloon at a carnival times twenty. I’m kidding. But seriously...
Oh, gee! That means she’s due this month! Oh my gosh, babies! (Honestly, what the hell is wrong with me? Yesterday weddings and today, babies!) She had better named it after me.
9:22 am
The Bio temp is telling me off. I think she thinks I’m just some lazy bum who does nothing but bum around getting bummer marks. Oh, my gosh! She thinks I’m Izaq! Well... she’s dead wrong! I’m Chelsea. =.=”
Chelsea. Chel-sea. Don’t you know who and what Chelsea defines? Yeah well, I’m trying to figure that out myself, thanks a lot.
9:26 am
Bloody hell! She does think I’m dumb! As in... marks-ranging-from-Ds-and-Fs-and-darling-two-and-two-don’t-make-twenty-two kind of dumb. WHAT THE HELL?
9:28 am
Okay, I’m pissed now. Uh-huh. She thinks I’m... dumb! Hey! If I were actually dumb, wouldn’t you think I’d have had a real hard time getting into the SCIENCE stream, or rather, even getting away with 6As, a B for PMB?!
Hmpff. I’m gonna show her. I’m gonna do what Izaq’s gonna do for the next Chemistry test. I’m gonna get 102% for the next Bio test!
“Dude. I’m gonna get 102% for Biology. That’ll show her.”
“We’re so cool; we defy the laws of Physics. Uh-huh!”
We even altered the school pledge. It starts off like this:
“We, the students of [insert school name here], pledge allegiance to Chelsea and Izaq, and their greatness...”
Well, I can leave the rest up to your imagination.
9:55 am
“My thinking ability died a long time ago. I don’t think anymore, I do. I’m so great, I don’t even need to think!” says Izaq.
Self-centred much? I’m kidding Zaq. But seriously...
9:57 am
I am NOT stupid! She talks to me like I’m more confused than “a 15 year old boy who just woke up on his grandparents’ front porch butt naked”. Well, I’ve never been so insulted. All I did was show up 20 minutes late for class today, got caught (unfortunately) talking in the middle of her lectures and I’m class doofus of the day. Honestly. She’s treating me like I’m... Izaq!
10:04 am
We just handed in our Bio classwork and I’m so gonna get an A. Oh, my gosh, I just had a bad thought.
Chels: An A! HAH! LOOK WHO’S SLACKIN’ OFF NOW!
Bio Temp: You should thank your seatmate, Izaq, for helping you out with the answers.
Chels: WHAT? HE DID NOT—ARRRGGHHHHH! I’M NOT DUMB!
[seconds pass]
Chels: Zaq, what did you get?
Izaq: I got a C.
Chels: Gimme that! [snatches paper, shoves it in front of temp’s nose] HAH! He got a C! How can you say that I got my answers from him?
Temp: Because Izaq is decent enough to help you out that he forgot to help himself out.
Chels: ...
-Break ensues-
12:05 nn
This is the part where I go hungry. Again. It’s 9th period BM and nope, my chosen attitude towards the subject has yet to change, uh-huh. I still think it’s an awful waste of precious, precious, limited time. Right now we’re supposedly discussing poetry.
POETRY. FOR BM. You’re kidding me right? If BM was hell, the flames have just intensified.
12:09 nn
Still hungry.
12:10 nn
...with a taste of your lips I’m on a ride....
Don’t even ask me why that song is in my head right now ‘cause I don’t even know!
Oh hey, my Pollution Theory applies here! When there’s nothing decent in your head, unnecessary garbage fills it up instead. It works, it actually does. Whoa. That should be like one of the laws of Physics and I oughta to win a Nobel.
12:13 nn
“Can you take me back to the person I used to be? Back when you were there for me. I know it seems like forever, but do me this favour please. Way back when we were stupid and held grudges just to help us sleep. Oh, my God, how ridiculous were we?”
-A Rocket to The Moon
Now that particular chorus is playing, skip, skip, repeating in my head. Brilliant song. Back when you were there for me...
12:16 nn
Did teachers just say Prozac?
12:17 nn
What the hell is Prozac anyway?
12:18 nn
Is Prozac some sort of food? Sorry, I’m just awfully hungry right now, just like any other irregular school day.
12:20 nn
DISMISSAL! Cheers.
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