i put the 'me', in mediocre.

geez, i've got a string of Bs this mid-years and the really fucked up thing is that their all short of a mark or two to make it into an A.

but what can i say? i worked hard but it must be noted that the 'working hard' only took place uncomfortably the day before or at the most, two.
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i spent the whole daaaay in the art room yesterday. am happy much!

had fun with the spray paint, it really looks good when it drips on corrugated cardboard. i suppose it was a productive day. i suppose it was made even fun-er by the fact that while i was in a nice airy room doing what i like, listening to the radio, my less fortunate peers were in the hall just above me having a talks on How To Relieve Stress and Pornography. no, their not related - entirely different talks i swear!

i also found out after going through my chem paper [that i flunked] is that i KNEW my facts, its just that a) i didnt phrase it properly and/or b)i got the first part of the question wrong which lead to the other parts being wrong as well.
*sighs*
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the other day, good ol' Minister Tharman visited our school.

he came, he saw, he ran away screaming in hysteria.
well, not really. but i wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Bukit Panjang Government High presents to you, our Propoganda Parade.
you see, in typical and predictable fashion, the whole thing was over-hyped and essentially, a lie. of course, i didnt expect any less but it irks me terribly still.

the extent of the school's efforts to put up a good facade:
- walls freshly painted; mind you, only the walls that'll he and his entourage will be walking by. and here i thought they were /finally/ doing something about the rather poor state of the um, infrastructure. gah
- mock classes held in the "special rooms" so that he'll see us absorbing information in a 'creative and conducive' environment like the good students and school we are.
- hah! here's a laugh: my lit teacher accidentally walked into one of the rooms where they were actually rehearsing for his visit the day before. she told us the usually 'dignified' and pompous HODS were robotically raising their arms ala newbie tour guide repeating "minister, this is our project" and "minister, this is our presentation". GEEZ, we're being taught by a buncha androids!
- and this is what really pissed me off. the morning of the visit, Herr Hitler herself [hey, alliteration!..and oxymoronic as well.] in her daily morning lecture told us to in slightly more politically-correct terms to actually stay away from the areas that he would be touring...and there would be actually teachers stationed at the borders of these Areas to usher us students away. YEARGH

what is the point then of these visits if all they see is a stage show put up and only to be taken down with a collective sigh of relief from the already stressed staff when it's over? nothing really changes.
he doesnt actually see how the school truly is, what really IS our situation. all he is given is a pretty-upped, benign, politically-correct, enhanced version.

and the WORSE thing is, he most likely knows. he's new and everything but surely, he knows their just a bunch of pretty lies.
all he sees are our augmented points of strength, and nothing at all about our flaws.
how exactly can we actually improve if nothing is actually seen?

there is no point is there?

they keep us students away, the bunch of us who actually want to talk to him [ok, at least i do] and who would answer his questions frankly and instead, they shove at him the students and 'randomly selected' staff who will answer in absolute politically-correct terms and probably have scripted answers or more likely, are just too timid/cant-be-bothered to be real.

oh how very angsty this entry is but ah well.
it's like a deja vu of the other time MOE officials came to visit our school. that time, it was even MORE blatant how indeed the 'randomly' selected the people interviewed.

yadda yadda yadda, this made me feel really pissy-offy which lead to what happend during morning assembly yesterday *snerk*
the vice-principal was thanking us for the success of the play they staged beforehand which only served to incense me even more.
then moving on in her slooooow drone-like voice, she talked about the coming nominations for the Most Caring Teacher Award which at this point, i shouted
"NOT YOU!".
oh maaaan, the nanosecond the first syllable came out of my mouth i was like 'oh shiiiiit.' cuz a whole LOT of people [the 2 classes on both sides and teachers front and back] turned towards me and gawd, i /knew/ it was out of line, rude and essentially, i was in the wrong. and it had come out louder than i wanted it too; probably cuz everybody else had fallen asleep lulled by her monotonous speech.

i thought, this is it. Tiger [aka our DM] is gonna pull me out, i'll get a major, SCORCHING, nuclear blast-like grilling and i'm not gonna be put in RMUN and oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd.

those span of seconds were nerve-wrecking. i was literally waiting for my death cuz i /knew/ the teachers heard me.

but but BUT.

i was saved by my oh so useful trait of appearing calm when panicking and brief moments of clarity when confronted.
and the fact that im a compulsive liar.
and that hah, i am a rather good actress.
AND that my form teacher is ms. gullible.

she pulled me out and was about to start on the "what was that all about? i'm going to send you to your death" lecture when i interrupted with a competently convincing story about geez, sorry, i realized that was out of line, im really sorry, i ddn really mean it; it's just that..i'm still upset over my chem results yesterday and im still feeling...*cue patented stressed and distressed student look*

*BEAMS* i got off with a pat on the back and her teling me to control myself better next time.

oh oh oh i feel a tad guilty now conning her.











*shrugs*
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tomorrow - The Story of: When Matthew, Bernadette and Izyanti go to the Art Museum. =D