Hi, I’m writing again. This is my third blog post and I want to talk about my day. Today was a Monday (in case you hadn’t noticed) and I woke up late in the morning. I had to rush to school (by the way I abhor and detest Mondays. Most people dislike Mondays too.) And I was feeling quite listless and lethargic by the time I got to school, probably because I did not get enough sleep. I did not have time to put my bag in class and as a result had to sit through assembly with it. We had to wear ties today and the hall was quite stuffy. Furthermore, the top button of my shirt, when buttoned, made me feel uncomfortable and half strangled most of the time. These only served to worsen my mood.

Anyway, after the assembly, we went back to class for a PSL lesson (peer student leaders) Our PSLs were secondary 4 students but seemed to be having a hard time keeping the class quiet and in their seats (Our class can be very noisy at times…well actually most of the time) Anyway we were so noisy that the DM (discipline master) Mr. Chia came into our class. Our class immediately fell silent. He strode into the room and glared at us. He put his hands on his hips and started to berate us. It went something like this:

“Eh boys, why are you guys so noisy? I could hear you from downstairs, you know.” Mr. Chia questioned in a stern voice. Nobody spoke.

“Who are the PSLs, monitors and prefects?” Mr. Chia asked loudly. The aforementioned people raised their hands meekly.

“Now, you boys better listen to these people and your seniors. Respect them and keep your noise level down. Understand?” everyone nodded. With one final, stern look at the class, he pivoted on his heels and strode out of the room. He had not been gone for more than 30 seconds before my classmates resumed their conversations, albeit their voices were slightly lower than before. That’s just typical of my class. My classmates are a nice bunch of people, but they have one vice-an obsessive compulsion to talk. But then again I too have this flaw.

We did some brainstorming for the president’s challenge project and my group came up with a bunch of ridiculous and unfeasible ideas (most of which were contributed by yours truly), like holding a mass night-time bicycle ride around Singapore. When I pointed out our lack of sponsors, manpower and the sheer scale of such a project, they advised me not to worry so much. Anyway, we submitted that proposal. I wonder what the teacher in charge will think of that proposal.

Next we had English lesson. Mr. Li got us to write down what each of us thought about when the word ‘marriage’ was mentioned. We had many weird answers. I refuse to elaborate any further.

Then, we had recess. Wayne brought a piece of cake and I ate some of the cream. As a form of payback he ate quite a bit of my hot-dog roll. (You could say that he had his cake and ate my food too. I hope you get it, because it’s quite lame. ) Oh well. You win some, you lose some.

Next up was science. Apart from somebody falling asleep in class and some of us endeavoring to rouse him from his slumber, nothing of interest happened. Nothing happened during literature either.

After our lunch we had our BI (Bahasa Indonesia) class. I’m learning to speak Indonesian. It’s very similar to Malay. Hopefully I will be able to speak Indonesian fluently and, in the case of Indonesia becoming a major Asian country with a large demand for foreign talent, I will be able to put these skills into good use. We have four periods of BI every week, and our teacher calculated that we had only 87 hours of BI class for the whole year. What’s more, the MOE (ministry of education) expects us to be as proficient in our third language as we are in our mother tongue. That is a rather high standard, given that we only have about 174 hours (counting last year) to accomplish this.

Anyway, I have had a rather eventful day and I’m feeling quite tired now. I’m quite sure I will have many things to blog about, but this is it for tonight.