despite the astonishing assortment of teachers, principals, aunties and mothers who faithfully recite to me The Law Of Studying For A Levels, here i am on a cheery mosquito-infested wednesday afternoon, wasting my life away in cyberspace. it's amazing how it doesn't seem to bother me how it is highly possible that i am the future super-glorified technician the principal was mentioning about. if friday's physics experiment was any indication, well, in about ten years, if parts of singapore start blacking out, you'll know who's sitting behind the switchboard and hoozits and whatsits.

i wonder if this unbelievably-relaxed-in-the-face-of-the-lion's-den phenomenon is a tradition, or if we really are the most newspaper-resistant, tys-avoiding, see-other-schools'-papers-scream-and-run batch of students the nation has ever seen. i can't decide if the teachers are so anxious because regular screamings at the students is a yearly ritual to gear the continuously-failing masses up, and hence at this time of the year they automatically go into hyperventilate-mode, or because we really have exceeded their nightmares of students being equated to purile garbage.

but my point is, why scream at us when it's our future we are wasting away everytime we poke at the keyboard? in the famous words of miss siti, "how many A1s you get will not affect the bonus i get at the end of the year". it's our future. we'll deal with it when the time comes. you're not helping.

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4:27 PM