Insanity ends today

My class is a major source of annoyance and disappointment. Take these two accounts for instance:

Case 1:
When I overheard Andy (of 5B) asking his class yesterday about how many pages they want for the school mag, they seemed very enthusiastic about it, and it seems like they settled on 2 colour pages, 1 black&white (RM1200).

Rushing to my class to tell them about this, most of them didn’t respond well to this idea. They’re hardly enthusiastic, and some of them even suggested this CD idea where you video some candid stuffs and burn it on the CD.

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Good idea, yes, but WTF is wrong with buying two or three pages for ourselves? It’s our fucking final year dammit. And it’s gonna appear in a school magazine. WHAT IS SO BAD WITH THAT.

And you only need to pay RM5 per month till October for two colour pages. And after much convincing and yadayadaness and I was on the verge on giving up on this stupid brilliant class, the majority agreed on RM3.60 for 1 colour and 1 b&w. A tiny RM1.40 difference.

Better than nothing, but I’m majorly disappointed by such unenthusiastic response. No class spirit whatsover, compared to 5B. FIVE BESTARI.

Case 2:
When you have an overly excited class to finish off all sorts of rudiments of homework, it’s bad news for thyself.

Maybe I’ve changed my perspective about homeworks and all, but this overload of homework is gonna make me go insane one day. I swear. Which is why I am not going to do any Chem homework simply because the teacher is a boring bitch, magnified so after ‘The Letter’ (this should be a best-selling novel one day, I predict).

I’m physically tired, and I’m sick. I still have that million stabbing knives in my throat, and I can’t sleep well last night because of this.

Do I have any regrets in my five years studying in my lovely school?

Only one, I think, for not transferring into 4B when I had the chance last year. Yes, I had one chance but I blew it, thinking I should give 4A a chance, and because En Aziz was the class teacher of 4B last year (and when I had disliked him).

Yes, my sole regret. And I’m glad this weekday came to an end. Goodbye insanity.

Update: Daniel shares my sentiments. Good ol’ Daniel!