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[]ipod nano
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Tuesday, January 17, 2006
The Thing About Teachers II

There was school today. I went to school. I had no choice. If I had my way, the school would be long gone.

Let me tell you guys about my school. I study in a certain secondary school in Ang Mo Kio. [No names shall be mentioned as I do not wish to be sued] Like every other secondary school in Singapore, we have school on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. Duh. But what I really want to tell you guys is how my school actually looks like.

If you enter by the main gate, which I do every morning, the first thing you'll come across as soon as you step into the building, not the gate, is the mini eco-waterfall thingy just outside the General Office. "Wow. The school must be rich, spending so much money on ponds." This is what many people think when they first encounter it.

The next thing you might notice is the OTHER pond. Located to the right, just directly opposite the waterfall. " Wow. This school must be VERY rich, spending so much money on TWO ponds. This is generally what follows the first thought.

Then, while touring the school, you come across the Hall. "Hey, the Hall's quite big and spacious. This MUST be a rich school."

THAT' S WHERE YOU ARE WRONG!

THE HALL AIN'T BIG, NOR SPACIOUS. IT'S [expletive deleted] SMALL, AND [expletive deleted] UN-SPACIOUS. Normally, schools allocate classes with and area which can allow 2 rows of students to sit comfortably. Our school is no different. They allocated us with the sapce. BUT DO WE ACTUALLY GET IT? NO! WE GET SQUASHED INTO 1 ROW OF 39 STUDENTS!

Wait, here's the exciting part. Because we have no space to allow us to sit, we have to stand, while we wait an eternity for teachers to realise that there are students still standing. And when they eventually do, the only thing they do is : "Can the students at the back of the hall please take your seats?"

WHAT [expletive deleted] SEATS?! WE HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO SEATS WHATSOEVER.

Wait there's more. Now you realise that the Hall is on the contrary, [expletive deleted] small. The fact is, THE [expletive deleted]SCHOOL USED THE MONEY TO BULID [expletive deleted]PONDS. NOT 1, BUT 2 [expletive deleted] PONDS, INSTEAD OF BULIDING A BIGGER HALL, AND MORE CLASSROOMS.

OH BLOODY HELL. WHATS UP WITH THIS [expletive deleted] SCHOOL MAN?! DO THEY NOT HAVE ANY [expletive deleted] BRAINS? PONDS OVER THE WELFARE OF IT'S STUDENTS. AND THEY COMPLIAN THAT WE HAVE NO DISCIPLINE. WHAT THE [expletive deleted] HELL.

There, I have said my piece. If you're unhappy or pissed, and have the urge to reach through the computer and strangle me, SUE ME!

I take that back. If you're unhappy or pissed that I have writen such stuff, and have the urge to reach through the computer and strangle me, don't sue me, sue the school.


8:10 pm