Unfortunately, this change puts me in the same row as Chinaman, whom I suspect is suffering from I-will-get-cooties-from-this-particular-girl syndrome. Which makes him twist his face into expressions previously unknown to people. And which made him yell that I'm a terrorist today. To tell the truth, I think that he's the terrorist here.. And he and his equally potty mouthed crony are most certainly terrorizing my life by screaming, doing rude gestures at me, and the final straw of him yelling that I'm a terrorist made me act out of character, or at least, I acted out of character to my classmates: I yelled back that he's the real terrorist. Loud. In class. I don't think I've shown the very rude side of myself to them before.
Tomorrow's the last day of school before the school holidays start. I know it's supposed to start on Saturday but thanks to the fact that there's not enough room for 4000+ people to celebrate Teachers' Day at school, all us juniors start the holidays a day earlier. The seniors get to
Come to think of it, there's supposed to be a party at Times Square with all of 2 Ai. I'm not going due to the lack of transport. And secretly I'm relieved, because then I don't have to sing karaoke, or as people put it, 'sing K'. And I won't have to pretend that I know fashion trends by attempting to "dress cool". The checkered dress and tights were bad enough: I felt too cold round the shoulders while the tights did their job of being, well, tight.
Time to sleep or I'll miss the bus.
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