Foremost, I'd like to extend my thanks to Alan Ong for lending me a listening ear earlier on.
Honestly, though we clash in ideologies on often occasions, we still do have common beliefs in one way or the other.
It's good to know that there's a friend like you somewhere out there, heh.
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I shall begin this entry with a question for myself:
"Did I enjoy school today?"
Answer: NO.
I was stucked up from the very moment I entered the classroom this morning.
Before I even begin explaining myself, I shall mention of the GOOD things that happened in school.
Accounts wasn't all that bad.
As a matter of fact, it happens to be my most favoured subject of all.
Spent the entire lesson working on a single question, and thereafter headed to Charle's seat to accompany Boss.
Yeah, I crapped quite a bit with Sandy and Diana over there.
Thanks for the burger anyway, hahaha.
The next lesson spelt "zzz's" for me and as you would've already guessed it, it was none other than Mr Sim's BzF lesson.
Like, how on EARTH is he a teacher to begin with anyway?!
He doesn't TEACH.
He READS from the textbook, along with a hefty amount of 'no-link' explanations that are of as much worth as a piece of crap.
Why, thank you?
Alright, I get it.
I'm being downright insolent here, and I sincerely apologise.
I understand that you're being steadfast and meticulous in your teaching, but I implore of you to spare a thought for the rest of the crop.
That's all I really want to deliver.
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Then comes the much hated lesson of all students- Office Applications (or rather known as OA).
I'm glad that Boss, Jack and TW had fun during OA.
They were literally playing Viwawa throughout the entire lesson -_-
But then I glanced around the lab.
No one appeared to be doing any work (or little to the extent of being considered constructive at all).
I pondered if this is how a class should be.
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I believe I might've said this some time ago but I'd just like to reiterate this once more.
I'm starting to find ITE a complete waste of my days on the earth.
There's nothing to be made out of this 'education' that I'm receiving.
It's bull.
A part of me demands that I be finished with all this crap and get the hell out of here at my earliest convenience.
Damn, what a life.
