I don't want to complain, but if I don't let it out I'm so gonna explode.
^*&%$#.
I feel so cheated this week. What's with ___ changes, teachers who shoot first and ask questions later.
Apparently, ___'s now...2 and a half hours long? Tell me I saw the consent form wrongly
When I passed the LA compre to Jiaying this morning, it was because it was acutally due today. Trust mr Stockton to start yelling at me for passing it. I mean, for one it isn't mine, and secondly we're supposed to hand it in to you today.
We aren't passing notes, we aren't disrupting the lesson, we aren't distracting ourselves from listening or noting down whatever you're saying. I know I'm still paying attention. So why do you have to get worked up and start shouting at us? It's not as though we've been passing comprehensions around the whole lesson or not taking notes, even if we aren't saying anything.
And by the way, we don't say anything because for one thing, we've been told too many times by too many teachers to stop talking in class. Not that it's your fault. Don't worry. We're just used to it by now, of course, thanks to Singapore's wonderful education system that trains us to just take notes and mug and mug and mug. I just love our education system sometimes. Especially enjoy being pulled by the collar and accused of being liars by our nice and kind and lovely primary school teachers and having to endure their temper tantrums.
Like I say, if you like bullying kids, get a job in a primary school. It provides instant gratification.
I wonder how Jesus made it through his life on earth. Things somewhat seem to have been worse then.
Oh God help me. I seriously doubt this is persecution, because it certainly ain't for your sake.
