Chelsea notices Justeen isn’t wearing his necktie.
“Dude, where’s your tie?” asks Chelsea.
“It’s in my bag. Husaini’s gone, no one’s gonna tell me off for not wearing it now, whooohooo!” replies Justeen.
“Wow, huh, not wearing your necktie, that’s sooooo rebellious,” taunts Mickko.
“Yeah, wow, big deal,” mocks Chelsea.
“Wanna see rebellious? THIS is rebellious!” says Mickko and takes off his pants to reveal four-leaf clover print boxers.
“DUDE! PLEASE!!!” shouts Justeen.
“MICKKO! PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON!!!!” shouts Chelsea, incredulous, while several passers-by laugh in amusement.
It seems chaos has chosen to reside in our school for the meantime.
*
School yesterday was a sordid affair. The day started off pretty unreal too; walking to school I was greeted by an overenthusiastic Mickko and Justeen telling me that Teacher Husaini’s* been sacked. Not that I didn’t see this coming or that it makes any significant difference in my life, school-wise, but heck, Mickko and Justeen were going nuts about his unlamented demise.
Simply, Husaini was the school’s last line of so-called defence (since Ronnie left last year) in the endless vendetta waged between students and teachers in my school. And now that’s he’s gone, who knows all the trouble we kids can get into now that the most feared teacher’s gone, and possibly for good?
But anyway, he’s never bothered me much (I don’t give him reason to in the first place) and I must say I’ll miss his Lardo presence in the school.
Today, body pains are back with vengeance. I can barely bend my back, it actually hurts to laugh, my joints are killing me and the abrasion on my finger has only just stopped bleeding. Holy goodness, even my ass hurts and God knows I didn’t use my ass to actually tug. Oh yes, we had tug-of-war yesterday during PE. Out of 5 exhausting rounds, my team lost 4 times. Massive shame. But at the least we won once and it was rather fun. If you can call getting dragged across the rough ground and getting practically your entire body sore fun.
We won the fourth time because I prayed. My prayer sort of went like this: Dear God, give us the strength and power to overcome the other very much lard-ridden team and win this round. Please, oh please. Amen. Not a very polite appeal to heaven considering the way I dissed the opposing team but heck, it worked. Prayers, indeed, are miracles.
We’re going on an “educational” field trip to the Ministry of Education Saturday, should be a slightly fun. I’ve always wanted to go there, considering the fact that Aikks and I plotted to incinerate the place to Hades with blocks of C4 back in November last year. We had quite a heavy grudge on the MOE back then. Oh, good times.
Henceforth, I end this entry. Oh, by the way, I got Joe the laptop back. Oh hell yeah, hell yeah. It’s like payday’s came two weeks early. Oh heck yes.
*Husaini’s the 9th grade BM teacher, I had him last year. He’s got quite a nasty reputation in the school for his notorious and unorthodox methods of punishment for the academically dysfunctional which, oftentimes, has the main goal of shoving heaps and heaps of humiliation on the poor student, he’ll resemble a Dumpster of shame. Possibly one of the most feared teachers of all time at my school. He’s not always that brash though, he can be quite a joy at times and is, in fact, a horny bastard. He’s cool.