8:00 am
It’s official. I now have a grudge on the Chemistry trainee teacher. Honestly. Can’t learn nuts from her and she gave me a freaking D for my 400+ words essay on Diffusion. HONESTLY! I worked my bum off for that essay (it took a handful of willpower just to actually research on the darn topic and write about it) and I get a D, a D, for my efforts. She’s says there’s too much information! Hey, it’s not like I wrote grotesque details of my bowel movements. Now that’s too much information, mmhmm.
Well, whatever. You can’t really depend on a trainee to save your life. (But that doesn’t stop Shin from continuously answering questions on Speeds of Reactions and anything even remotely related to Chemistry. I swear, she’s a robot. I’m kidding. But seriously...)
8:07 am
Izaq: Don’t pay attention to her, she’s a trainee. You can’t really expect to learn a thing from a trainee. T. Putri said it herself, “can’t expect to learn anything from them, they’re only here to graduate.” Right, so don’t pay attention at all, don’t do a thing, won’t understand a thing anyway.
Chels: Okay. I’m not gonna pay attention!
[seconds pass]
Izaq: Chels, what are you doing?
Chels: Copying down the notes.
Hahaha. I’m Chelsea like that. Oh did I mention our trainee’s... big? As in... big enough that if you throw a pencil at her, it would be in serious danger of getting lost in all that... thickness? I mean, I have nothing, nothing at all, against big people (big people are fun!) for that matter, but this one scene was just too good to pass up. Once again, no offence intended to big people.
[trainee drops whiteboard duster]
Chels: I bet she can’t pick that up.
Izaq: Uh-huh.
[trainee bends over and surprisingly picks it up no problem]
Izaq: WHOAAAA. WHAT THE HELL? [super wide eyed]
Chels: WHAT THE H----?! [drops head on table]
Chels: That... did not just happen.
8:15 am
Izaq’s sitting on my left writing fiction. You should probably check out his blog later or something. FICTION! Nah, I’m kidding. I wonder what he’s ranting about. Crap, I gotta pee!
8:26 am
Oh yeah, guess what? It was Aunt Gette and Uncle Mike’s wedding day last night! Pretty epic, huh? Oh, they would be Rona’s mom and now officially, stepdad. I have no logical reason as to why I felt pretty giddy about the wedding; unlike Rona (she was pretty much indifferent about the whole affair).
No, I wasn’t exactly present at the wedding, it was held in Bali at the Conrad. (Google it, freaking beautiful place to tie the knot at, honestly.) Rona flew there Friday. Gee, it really must’ve been epic. Like, wow. I dunno. I mean come on; it’s a wedding, big deal! [no sarcasm intended] Two people officially tied together for life for the simple of reason of truly loving each other. Like, for real. Love. It’s something else, it’s definitely something else. God, I love weddings. I really do.
And like, wow. They’re actually married now. I mean, I know it’s like they were married already anyway, they’ve been at it for ages and ages but heck, I don’t know. Weddings. They get to me, and I don’t know why.
8:42 am
Chemistry’s finally over!
Trainee: We’ll discuss the Pollution Theory tomorrow class.
Chels: Here’s MY pollution theory: you teaching me fills me head up with unnecessary garbage since I don’t get a word you say, therefore useless trash enters my mind, hence, YOU ARE POLLUTING MY MIND.
(No, I did not say that to her face. Mate, I was sitting at the fifth row.)
And that makes it... Physics now. Three whole periods of Physics. To be frank, I’m not so certain she actually said pollution. She could’ve said solution or something. It can’t be helped though; her voice is as loud as Joshua’s! Haha I’m kidding Josh! But seriously...
8:47 am
The problem with teachers at my school is that they’re frustratingly illogical. TOO ILLOGICAL. Why, just today, the trainee said something I did not even understand.
Trainee: I’m not feeling well today so don’t laugh at me.
I mean, honestly! Why in heaven’s name would we laugh at you if you’re unwell? But here’s what happened anyway:
Trainee: I’m not feeling well today so don’t laugh at me.
Class: [laughs]
Reverse psychology. Never fails. But I still don’t get why we’d laugh, no sir.
8:50 am
Inertia: The property of being resistant or reluctant to change from a state of rest/motion.
Funny how I can relate to that. Maybe you can learn stuff worth knowing in Physics. Ah cripe, we have to write down notes. (Yes, I know I was enthusiastic about that earlier.)
9:08 am
She’s bloody dictating now.
9:10 am
“And now we’re gonna do problems,” Physics teacher.
Honestly. As if I haven’t got enough problems already. My head and chest are honestly about to burst from the sheer mass of my troubles already!
I know she’s not talking about those kinds of problems of the heart and mind but still! The mere mention of the word ‘problem’ and I will, without a doubt, go berserk. I have had enough of problems to last me an eternity. And I’m not even exaggerating, no sir.
9:42 am
Chels: Oh my God. It was 8:42 an hour ago.
Nicks: Duh.
Izaq and his laws of Physics:
[teacher refuses to mark Izaq’s book]
Izaq: FINE! Don’t check my damn book. I was freaking absent! I swear I’m gonna get 102% for the test!
Chels: That’s not mathematically possible.
Izaq: I’m Izaq! Anything is possible!
Chels: Uh-huh.
Izaq: I’m so cool I defy the laws of Physics now!
Chels: Whatever floats your boat dude.
*flashbacks*
[Izaq’s boat passes by]
Chels: Whatever floats your boat.
[Izaq’s boat sinks]
*end of flashback*
Chels: Fine! Whatever sinks your boat then. =.=”
*flashbacks*
[Izaq’s boat pops out of the water]
Izaq: My boat. IT’S A MIRACLE.
*end of flashback*
Gee. Problems huh? This is 1st Grade stuff. Okay, maybe that’s exaggerating it a little. Well... this is 7th Grade stuff then! I did this ages ago, mass, density, yada-yada. Why don’t we ever learn anything worth learning in school?
11:32 am
It’s been approximately 2 hours and 10 minutes since I last wrote something on this piece of paper and I’ve just realized that school is sort of like a mild version of South Park. Well, my school is.
11:24 am
I’m hungry.
11:25 am
I’m still hungry.
11:26 am
Rehearsals for RTB later. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE [does the Macarena, fails horribly] Unfortunately... I have Physics practicals. Practice or practicals? Fun or less fun? Who gives? I’m starving. Oh crap... I have no lunch money. ><
I was pretty much writing this the whole morning when the topics at hand failed to interest me so. But much more epicality happened today, I promise:
1. Practicals; was weird, yet fun
2. RTB rehearsals; YEAH!
3. The awful demise of Red; somehow tragic. A moment of silence.
4. Miko, Kiks, Aikks and I finally talking to Mr 5 PM (yeah, they actually gave him a nickname) Remember that dude? The “cute” one all the girls were hitting on? Yeah, we talked to him today, got his name AND number. No, I’m not interested in him, no sir. Why would I, when I have—yeah. So we got his number for the girls. Applause for Miko and Kiks, please.
Today was really fun, I’ll talk about it in my next entry cause right now... I’m drowning in English, Chemistry and Physics homework. Procrastination is the devil.
Labels: good times, people, school