Today's Maths Workshop | 12/27/2012 |
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27th December 2012, 2.19 PM.
Today's Maths Workshop Well, hello people!
So I guess I had a good time today. But it was spoiled by a stomach full of melted poop. -_- Anyway! I'll try my best to describe what happened today. Let's start at the MRT station.
I found T.G beside the lift as usual. LOL, when she saw me, she ran in slow-motion, pretending to be like those romance movies, and the couple run to each other's arms in slow-motion.  It was pretty crowded so I was a bit embarrassed but I didn't mind when she finally got to me and squeezed me into a Death Hug. LOL! I noticed that she had grown quite a bit and I think the top of her head reached my nose. If I'm not careful, she might grow taller than me.  Anyways, we chatted and all, and we boarded the train when it arrived. I was shocked when I heard that she hadn't eaten breakfast (again!!) and I chided her for not telling me. I would've brought something for her or at least told her to join me at 7-Eleven if I had known. I told her that we'd stop by 7-Eleven when we reached our station, but, unsurprisingly, I forgot. Typical, huh? Anyway, the bus had arrived and we boarded it. On the way, I asked her if she knew when to alight. She got an embarrassed look on her face and she said," Yeah...sort of." I rolled my eyes (not in a mean way) and told her where we were supposed to stop. Anyway, we talked all the time when we alighted and walked on the overhead bridge and when we reached school, we were in the nick of time. There was a (pretty small) assembly at the courtyard and there were our friends and classmates. I stiffened a bit when I saw that my frenemy was in the same group as me. But, good, she didn't make any effort to interact with me. Little did I know that she would be helping me with my stomach later on...
I was pretty glad when I found out that...err...he's a Maths teacher that used to teach me, let's just call him Ross, OK? So I was pretty glad when I found out that he wasn't teaching us. Another Maths teacher (let's call him Mr Mood) would be teaching us. At first, T.G and I had some problems when we tried to sit together but we managed to sit in the front row, with Eye (a classmate of mine...let's just call her that LOL) on my left. So we were supposed to have this Maths Workshop from 8 AM to-hang on, my handphone's ringing. Allow me to take this call.
OK...that was T.G calling. MERDE! She can't go to the workshop tomorrow!! I HATE GOING ALONE! D: This is bad. The only people that I know well enough in the workshop is Eye and The Frenemy!! >O< But anyway! We were supposed to have the Maths Workshop from 8 AM to 12 o'clock. Four hours in all. We had a break at 9.20 something AM. I bought a cup of hot Milo at the vending machine and ate rice with two hotdogs. The hotdogs were really good! They tasted and looked as though they've been barbecued!  So T.G and I (we were, of course, spending the break together) managed to get back a few minutes late. And most of our classmates were standing. Mr Mood was reprimanding us for being late. Then he told us to sit down. A short while after, my stomach began to have one of those pains that you should only keep still, make no noise, hear nothing, think nothing...well, at least to me. It seems as though I've been having a lot of those pains lately. But it got so bad, I had to bend over, and for the rest of the workshop (yes, the rest), I didn't learn anything. Mr Mood understood though, when he noticed me bent over and asked me if I was sick. I told him about my stomach and he simply nodded and went back to teaching. At the end of the workshop, T.G needed to go to the toilet so I waited. The Pain Attack came back. I sat down without my butt touching the ground and hugged my stomach. Eye and The Frenemy happened to walk by, talking, when they noticed me. They asked what the matter was, and I told them about my stomach. I would go to the toilet (even though I really hate using the school toilets; it's nothing personal, the hate has just grown :3) but I didn't have any tissue. And I didn't want slime in my underpants. When I said that, The Frenemy offered me a tissue packet. This is why she's my frenemy, and not my enemy. She's sometimes my friend and sometimes my enemy. I can never make up my mind. -.-" So I'll try to end it quickly here. So, I did my business and we got home. When I got home, I needed to go to the toilet again. And this time, my poop was quite melt-y. ^^"
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