i love trigo. its like the only topic i can do now. besides inequalities which i still cant do some. come to think of it, i cant do some trigo identities either. oh well.
i love trigo.
anyway. brings back fond memories of amaths lessons. first we had ms looi. is that how you spell her name. every lesson you would have us gathered in a huge group with either me, isa or someone paying close attention, listening to her every word. taking down notes. haha. got you there. bet you thought we were muggers. nah. no chance unless there's a big exam coming. sometimes, or most of the times. we dont really care either. those were the days. we were counting how many ok-s she could say in a min. almost constantly you could hear the whispers and murmurs coming from our group.
let me tell you. everyone of us could listen to every lesson without missing a word. we were pros. to block out all the excessive noise to filter her every word. we could even tell you her pattern of speech and be voice recognition programmes. everytime that ugly white clock's second hand seperated one and two in twelve, you would hear a loud outburst of Yes, what did i tell you... so on and so forth. we even tried to see if she would break the average per period yesterday.
then things got boring. i think some teacher over heard and told her bout it. she began to cut down like mad. like from 30-40 plus in a min to 8? that my friend. takes skill. we decided to play cards instead. ever played tai tee on four seperated tables and be in the first row. thats how things were. J class was like playing chess on the floor.. first row too. the most funny of them all was jacob. he went for 3periods of bio. he fell aslp in the first... in the first row. and ms looi work him up to go for recess. he slpt throught 3 periods of bio and 2 amaths and the teacher wakes him up so that he doesnt miss recess. now she is getting my vote for teacher of the yr.
but despite her constant talking to the boards and you-think-lightning-is-fast? speed of teaching. she was a gd teacher. but not so great with a class. but really friendly and always willing to help.
remember when we were mugging for exams, she would sit down with us for hours teaching us stuff we should have learn in class. not without the 'wei wei, so simple you also dont know ah.. tsk tsk.. ' she is so pro at her maths, when she came back to visit, she was like 'this test so easy.. press calculator can get answer.... no need to think one'. you would think everyone got an A. think again. almost the whole damn level failed. even wilbur the genius got like what 60%. i think only he and nick passed. its not just our class, the whole level failed.
what do pple think of when phua is mention. that innocent boring monotonous fellow? he's tricking us all. he's not dumb. dont be fooled. he's playing us. he decided since we are not dying of boredom in his class. he killed the whole level with a simple
maths test he considered of average level. whee. dont we love average level test. we discovered, to much horror, it was his average level. you knw whats worst, he was being modest.
these peaceful looking monotonous bastards. dont be fooled man. somebody, i m not gg to say who. but i think you might have heard about him somewhere before. lets out news that the test was by kenneth wee and by the next period, everyone was cursing and plotting kenneth wee's death. guess how we found out it was him. we were in class one day, phua got all of us to try out some questions. so he walked to wilfred after 15mins or so... he saw nice foolscap paper, the one with vs written on it. yea. the one we get ripped off yr after yr by the bookshop. so he is looking at this foolscap paper and he says.
phua ' do you have some problems with the concept'
phua 'well the answers dont appear magically during tests with you staring at it. so start writing'
wil 'but they do. you just need to stare hard enough.'
*class burst out with laughter.
man i love 4h. i miss just changing in class. i miss showering to skip classes.
i hate the vj toilet. in the only two toilets that are clean enough to walk in, you have strange characters. in the west end of the sch which is already so freaking far, you have some freak and his wrinkles... yuck. i cant carry on....
in the east end of the sch. you have the nice performance block toilet. one problem, the stupid hag with her these-make-me-look-cool sunglasses hovering ard you while you try to act civilised and piss into the urinal. then she nags at you while you wash yr hands about how long you have to hold the flush, no matter how long you do it, she just keeps gg and gg.
i have to say. i have nth in particular with old pple generally. my perference to work with spca then with old folks is nt age discrimination which reminds me i have a god damn project to be handed in about job discriminations. oh damn. i m screwed. i just remembered now. i m so dead. but what the heck. i m gg to bed. night y'all.