Hello.
You see, in four days' time, our end-of-year exams will be over. Everyone will be happy.
The students will be happy: they've got no more exams, they can play all the LAN they want, loiter at all the shopping centres they want and smoke all the cigarettes they want.
The teachers will be happy: no more teaching those troublesome kids, no more scolding, a good break for their throats. Even more, they've got a nice holiday for themselves to take their time marking our papers and sipping at some hot tea/coffee.
The cleaners will be happy: no more freaking rubbish all over the place! Then they go home to keep their grandchildren/cats happy.
Someone won't be happy, however.
Mr Lak, the principal. This is a pure guess, but I think it's rather accurate. My guess is once the papers end, he'll be sitting, all scared in his office awaiting phone calls of complaint. Sure enough, five minutes after the papers end, the phone rings. Guess what, there is an illegal meeting at Siglap Park connector.
"Wow, 5 minutes, they took a long time this time round, eh. My students are improving," chuckles Lak. Surprised at our improvement in behaviour, he cheerily tells the journalist living in the park connector (?) that he will handle it.
Of course, what I've just said is only 50% true, and it has happened already. Anyway, you get my drift: Lak is gonna be receiving calls like no tomorrow.
"Sir, why are your boys naked in the Esplanade?"
"Sir, why are your students dancing in the middle of the road?"
"LAK, why are your students stealing cookies from the cookie jar?"
and so on.
Well, I heard, however, he enjoys caning people because it's a good form of stress relief or something like that.
WHACK. "Wow that felt good." Err, right.
Anyway chemistry was good today. I think I might get at LEAST a B3? Heh, it's not good to get too complac- oh who cares I CONFIRM GET A1!
Oh, I'm a real comedian today, I must have eaten a clown for breakfast. -_- Oh, shit, I got that from a movie, yeah.
Damn, I better not say anymore; I'm just ruining my social life if I continue.
Trying to find the happiness in life is getting hard.
.-twisted