The Dude Up In The Sky

Or the wise bearded dude sitting right up there in heaven with a throng of angels, or the dude who pretty much ruled all, or just simply what some people would say, God.

Anyways, I wonder if the dude up there really does hate me by cursing me with the number 10. My roll number's 10, I got 10th from bottom in class (the competitiveness of the 4th class. I can just imagine what position I would get in the 1st class), I have a tendency to get 10 out of 40 (no more, no less) on all my algebra tests no matter how many practice questions I did, and finally, I'm the 10th finalist in a poem recitation contest which I didn't want to enter at all.

Screw it all.

The final round's on Friday, which means I only have 2 days to prepare. No fair. Why do the seniors get a whole week to get ready while us juniors only have 2 days? And the fact that it's on a Friday mean that I really am going to be the last one to be tested on singing. Oh the joy. And Friday used to be one of my favourite days until secondary school, when my favourite day shifted to Sunday.

I reall feel like:

1. Whipping out an old poetry book from the library and select the longest, most epic poem just to spite a certain few people
2. Whipping out my old "Utterly Brilliant Poetry" book and select the most disgusting/weirdest poem I can find.
3. Whipping out my Children's Nursery Rhymes book that's been languishing at the back of a cupboard and select the shortest poem.
4. Reciting The Epic of Gilgamesh on the day of the finals to bore the judges to tears.
5. Use the poem "Make The Pie Higher" that's constructed out of Bushisms
6. Or just stick to the poem I originally intended to use: "A Tragedy"

Maybe you'd say I'm childish but still, which teacher would sign their students up for a contest without asking their permission first?