Aft 8days, here i am to blog again!
Using the CL break, I am now in e MRL penning down the dislike of this morning's maths test. Having burnt midnight oil till 4am last nite, im looking forward to today's exam. However, im disgusted at the maths teachers' remarks. All the half JC1 cohort suppose to have our test in the pathetic hall. Upon reaching there, as there isnt any seating plan outside the space allocated for a decent seating plan, my class decided to occupy the last 3 rows' seats. To our surprise, there were a few other classes came strolling in.
Next, the teacher bellowed n ordered the late-comers to get out of the hot hall, since the test has commenced. Those dudes then claimed tt we took their seats, thus, we r asked to leave n searched for our Original plan. Taking the lead, i sprained to the GO n memorised the figures. Then, while heading back, i shouted our seating arrangement repeatly.
The vicious cycle continued when we chased 105 away fr our seats. Finally when i settled down, anothere problem arises--there werent enough Qns papers for the not punctual candidates. My body was also responding fr the dash, by ozzing heat thru the sweat holes, i then resorted to unbuttoned my shirt. In my mind, i wasnt care if anyone is perturbed at the sight of my 6 packs.
U see, i don understand why must the teachers stick to a certain plan, which is so inconveniently located, neither do i know how inflexible they are! Yes, im furious, as i could excel in this test, but they delayed me!
