I cannot believe it. It's just too good to be true. Instead of lying half-submerged in the middle of a sea of homework, I now find myself kneeling on.. LAND. How much I have missed it. I grab handfuls of sand and watch intently as it trickles slowly out of the gaps between my fingers. I remain separated from any form of civilization, but when you've gone through as much as I have, you'll be happy enough to feel the sand beneath your feet, the cool wind as it gently caresses your wet skin. I have landed on a deserted island, apart from a few lone trees, a spurt of grass scattered along the beach, and perhaps the occasional tiny hermit crab scuttling across the warm sand, that's all the life there is on this minuscule island. I think. Then. I freeze. I felt an icy cold finger tap my back lightly. Oh, no. I think. With a continually rising sense of dread, I turn around slowly. The danger meter in my head is going insane. Staring in front of me, I recognize all the features that make up the face of... Him.
The third sequel to Revenge of the Homework!! Frankly, I'm just too lazy to like, write the title and comment from the New York Times already, so heheheh. it's 11pm already, okay. I've been very hardworking and have posted 2 Revenge of the Homework paragraphs already!! So Gloria, you cannot say I don't post (regularly). But anyway, I'm going to watch tv now.
Using the few swimming strokes I knew, I tried to make my way to land. The speed in which I was going was painfully slow. Deeply regretting my refusal to take part in swimming lessons so many years ago, I knew that it was too late now. If only I had known this day would come. But this unexpected turn of events had caught us all off our guard. "We?" you ask. Yes, my friends and I. At least, my friends, if they were still alive. I wouldn't know. It came all too quickly. One second we were all sitting together, chatting, laughing, having fun. The next second, the flood came. It surged relentlessly forward, dragging us out of the room, spilling out into the open. But back to the present. I would be safe if I reached the shore. If I had energy to swim long enough. If I were able to survive out here long enough without food and drink. Everything's just a great big 'if'. Isn't life always like that. Throwing obstacles at you one after another, without even a pause to catch your breath. As I struggled on, one thought rang out out loud and clear in my mind: THIS IS ALL SHERMAN'S FAULT.
THE REVENGE OF THE HOMEWORK IIBack by popular demand."Enchanting!"
-The New York Times
Okay, okay, okay. I KNOW only Gloria asked for the 'Revenge of the Homework' sequel. But I just couldn't help myself. Anyway, this whole thing is rather relevant to the life of a normal P6 like me. Well, kinda. Apart from the fact that I'm exaggerating a lot, that's basically the only difference.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Darkness engulfed me. Not a glimmer of light reached my eyes. It was as if a dark hand had been pulled over them. Then I felt an acute shortage of breath. Panicking, I thrashed about wildly, struggling furiously. My head broke the surface. I took in deep, sharp gasps of air. Oh, sweet, sweet air. I tried desperately to paddle to the shore. But for how long would I have to swim? That was only one of the million questions that flooded my mind. Just then something drifted along. It was a corpse. A sudden surge of relief swept over me as I realised I was but one of the lucky few that had survived. But I knew the real test had only just begun.
THE REVENGE OF THE HOMEWORK ( Dramatic scary music). "Spine-chilling!" -The New York TimesActually I'm just complaining about the mountain of homework the teachers give us. Yes, this isn't really an extract from a great award-winning novel. You thought it was right?? Heh heh heh. (very big-headed) And there was no nice comment complimenting my writing from the New York Times lah. (sniff sniff) But back to the point. Yeah, okay, maybe I'm exaggerating about being buried in the sea of homework but the teachers really give us a lot lah.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
WE ARE P6 NOW. THE TIME HAS COME TO FACE THE FRICKIN' FACTS. I mean, what other level in primary school has so much pressure!! Like, The teachers have gone mad/crazy/bonkers/ballistic/insane/all of the above!! But I guess they're normal teachers then. The homework they give is enough to fill up the entire Atlantic ocean!! (Fine, I'm exaggerating, but I like to complain mahh.)
Friday, January 2, 2009
Gee Gloria, you and your bad sources. I mean, I sure was shocked when Mr. Ng announced that MR. TSENG is our form teacher this year. Actually he's only teaching us Eng and PE. Maths, on the other hand, is taught by another teacher that I have never known in my life. She seems quite nice anyway, at least she's decent enough to try to learn (and pronounce) all our names. Most teachers are like,' Hah really ah. Then how to pronounce ah??" Then you have to spend like, a minute slowly sounding your name. Then the teacher pretends to understand, then the next time adresses you wrongly again. No really. I've experienced this situation countless times. I mean, how hard is it to pronounce my name, I ask you. So a teacher that is so uh, 'normal' is hard to come by.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
New Year's day marks a rather solemn and unhappy day: THE LAST DAY OF THE SCHOOL HOLIDAYS!!!!! If you didn't know I wouldn't be surprised if you lived in a cave in No-where land or on the planet Neptune. Hope our teachers aren't wacked-out prigs. Argh can you believe we're P6 now??!! Just thinking about the deadly PSLE makes me shiver.
