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Greetings to everyone in this ever growing community.I would like to announce my attempt on acting out what bloggers do. Here goes:
Today was a day filled with coffee. On top of that, I got many tests, where I discovered my papers were a shade of yellow. Furthermore, I saw many of my classmates in class. Amazing? The teachers were all wearing shirts and trousers, and doing what they do best- teaching. So the saying goes, the pupil surpasses the teacher. However, this was not the case.
Teachers are a fine bunch of charlie chaplins. They make you wonder why the science of discipline revolves around the fabrication of authority. This is, of course, apart from home economics. Home economics, pastoral care and values education are fine subjects indeed. They fix prenumbra shadows on people, with a mentality of boredom. They also dilute the sensible lobe of our complex brain. Just like how the blind's visual cortex is still active although they are blind. We are a people of morals, and not education. Work, but not industriousness.
So it seems that the day was not of school, but of thought. Yes the clouds were in high altitudes today. They filled the sky in a sparce-like pattern. Birds seemed to add sensibility to a dull environment; an artifical nature. I spent the rest of my day sitting in my greyish-white chair, staring at what seems to be a black forest. When curriculum activities stop at the end of the day, it would mean that the day has just begun. Next in line are the post curricula activities, which apart from being separated by a line of paper work, is practically the same.
It seems that the classroom tends to morph a little, whenever it comes to this paradigm shift. I cannot explain it. I guess things around me happen so fast. The people in school,or more specifically, the good natured nannies, have no problem in showering us with plenty of freedom and canteen food. This can be distinguished, and confirmed with the assertion of "let your yes be a yes and your no be a no". Yet, for our own good, they restrict our freedom and canteen food. We have to conform to such puny dictatorship and propaganda. People say they are cynics of sarcasm. I beg to differ. They are ignorant of its marvellous usage. As you can see, fatigue is beginning to wear my thin, but I will strive on.
So the teachers involved, are but a few. But the hours are just as long. No, I did not see much paper during this transitional period. More like dust and saw dust. They say you cut wood, on wood. But you sharpen iron with iron. Which then is better? Yes, all I did was sit in a stool, and record the diameter of my nose.
Congratulations to all who made it this far. I have about 10 more paragraphs that I intend to complete before leaving this wretched box of anxiety and bondage.
If you think I am kidding, I am not.
I seem to be doing fine, don't you think?
My daily events are numerous, and detailed to the extent of a third decimal place.
However, my games, are played by my rules.
And so I come to an end,
My fatal attempt at blogging.
It seems that I must persevere.
I have plenty of dreams and ambitions; foolish endeavours.
I know you must be asking yourself, and trying to reason, with much pathetic, straineous effort, which is due to your minimal brain capacity, why I am leaving spaces after every sentence.
Technically you are wrong, not every sentence has its own personal space.
There you go, 10 paragraphs. If you are saying "thats not 10 paragraphs, that's 10 sentences"
You are probably, and most definitely-maybish-wrong. If you read carefully, like a straits times editor, you will see only 9 sentences.
Ah, that was my eleventh paragraph. Which reminds me - try saying "Ruth's One hundredth and eleventh birthday." Quickly, with perfect articulation.
Alright, I better stop before you kill yourself by drowning in your own blood, sweat and tears, secreated from the pain of commitment you planted in yourself, to read this post.
Good bye, thank you for your time.
Dr Chua
posted by Red @ 5:39 PM
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