If it even is a word...
By the way, I'm going to start posting again, this time, it's for real.
The week after PMR passed excrutiatingly slowly. It's KILLING me.
There's nothing to do!
Okay, I still go to school. It's really not that bad really, if you take away all those boring hours wasted there, doing next to nothing. Even the so-called programmes the teacher "promised" us are not actually being done.
You know, the board game programme? We were left in the lecture hall for almost six hours! Six! Think, how much else would you be able to do within that given time? The newspaper reading "event". Another obsolete failure. Only about 10 people were left when they finaly remembered that there was such a thing sheduled for us. This time, we went to the school hall... To sit down, nothing else. However, we did get to play basketball this morning, hopefully things will change for the better.
After all, we (hardworking Form 3 students) did work as hard as we could to ace PMR. Now that it's over, YOU're telling me that we gained our freedom in the sense that we do not have to study? What? You expect our brains to get back to full power after this long wasted break?
This is a waste of time... >.<
