Thursday, August 28, 2008
Weird day indeed.
Mr. Lim actually said the name “Chen Yang” today, which was weird beyond all imagination as there are no Chen Yangs in our class. Zhen Ling enlightened me, telling me that Mr. Lim had merely created a creative equivalent of a combination of him and Jia Yang. I wanted to laugh hysterically so badly. No one but April could get the joke though.
PTM today...
My parents met Miss Siva, Miss Lee (co-form teacher), Mr. Chan, Madam Yurni, Mrs. Teoh, Mr. Lim, Miss Yeo AND Madam Liew. So, as anyone could probably guess, it was quite an eventful day; as all the teachers seemed to have something to say to them. I even had to stop my parents from actually going up to Mr. Zainal to greet him.
One thing about today is that I really found out many things about myself (or so they say), that I never knew existed. I’m supposedly pessimistic, paranoid, down on myself and have a serious lack of confidence. Or at least, that’s what Miss Siva kindly said about me.
There were a few moments which I felt like squirming in my seat, when she talked about my writing to my parents ; and there were quite a lot of ‘emo’ stuff that I wrote about family, of which I do NOT tell my parents. Unfortunately for me, she brought it up. Fortunately for me, my parents know I don’t like them to read whatever I write. Habit, I guess. She did say one absolutely fantabulous thing, though; that I should publish my work, or at least keep a portfolio of all the things I wrote.
It also seemed that a lot of people don’t know that Malaysians spend most of their free time, if not all on tuition. At least, Malaysians from public schools. And most tuition costs around RM30-RM60 per month. Ridiculously cheap compared to S’pore standards, I know.
Mr. Chan and my father spent quite a bit of time reminiscing on M’sian secondary school education / property values in some parts of Bangsar / commenting on the state of the Malaysia education system.
Madam Yurni impressed my parents with her ‘chim’ English and proceeded to expound on my many faults in literature. Mrs. Teoh shocked me by remembering my name, Mr. Lim said that I’m confident (since when????) and Miss Yeo complained of the sorry state of my handwriting. (of which my mother readily agrees with)
And MADAM LIEW asked for my examination slip! She actually commented that I was quite good in Maths and Science, which I AM NOT and that I need to work harder on my language skills. (the language she was referring to was English) I was so scared I had to physically restrain myself from running away screaming. AND she said she HEARD THINGS ABOUT ME FROM MY TEACHERS. I was totally, “Kill. Me. Now.” I didn’t know Madam Liew even knew I existed, what more hear stuff about me and recognise that I am the sufferee of the stuff said.
By the way, I have found physical proof that the gun you use DOES affect your shooting. I came slightly later today and found out that some other girl, a sec 2, I think; took my gun out for shooting. So I was left with the incredibly big and annoying shaky one. I tried so hard today to shoot the target and I got almost half of my shots off the black circle.
I got so fed up that I stopped, asked the girl to lend me her/my gun and made a shot. I instantly got a 9/10. It could have been dumb luck but I did the same thing with the gun I originally used for the rest of the day and I got a 6/10! It could just be my lousiness at shooting, but I doubt it’s just that.
10:45 PM
