I've been trying to keep myself pre-occupied so I won't have to start editing the essay. Feel incredibly daunted everytime I think about it because my writing skills are so awesome that I take more than a month to come up with a draft. A cheesy draft, at that.
heh, I appreciate Ms Oon's edits alot, because she's so blatantly honest that she'll tell me it sucks in the face. Good because these edits are the most productive, bad because it bruises my fragile ego.
They came back for a visit yesterday :D Walked along the TA classrooms and let them gape at the gaping holes in the wall. Also went to sit in TC24, which brought back such distant yet familiar memories. It's so surreal to think that we were once IP1 4 years ago, choosing the wall paint and classroom furniture. It makes me feel ancient.
I miss school life loads. There were so many things I once took for granted, that I now greatly treasure. Seeing the NSTs and AdHocs, for instance. Now we meet up in shifts: Annie everyday, some came few weeks ago, some came yesterday, then suddenly Hon Sum came today.
woots, my lengendary valentine's day gift.
There, I HeArTzzz peenk HeArT shaped balloons worhx :D
The helium has escaped, and now it's significantly deflated and flops around like a lifeless fish flipper. So, I decided to bring it home and let it sit on my table (:
I still ache from first Mr Dan's class in 4 months + 2 ballet classes with insanely difficult adagios and allegros. Think stamina for dance has depleted tremendously.
On a random note, I like the workroom when it's occupied, although it's so overcrowded and messy that sooner or later we'll have to climb on top of the photocopying machine to find space. It's amusing discussing nonsense like whether allegro means quickly or big jumps, Singlish is good or bad, and whether Ren Ying's pouch is green or blue-ish green. We spent half an hour arguing over the colour of her bag too.
I'll miss that alot when half the workroom empties next week ):
heh, I appreciate Ms Oon's edits alot, because she's so blatantly honest that she'll tell me it sucks in the face. Good because these edits are the most productive, bad because it bruises my fragile ego.
They came back for a visit yesterday :D Walked along the TA classrooms and let them gape at the gaping holes in the wall. Also went to sit in TC24, which brought back such distant yet familiar memories. It's so surreal to think that we were once IP1 4 years ago, choosing the wall paint and classroom furniture. It makes me feel ancient.
I miss school life loads. There were so many things I once took for granted, that I now greatly treasure. Seeing the NSTs and AdHocs, for instance. Now we meet up in shifts: Annie everyday, some came few weeks ago, some came yesterday, then suddenly Hon Sum came today.
woots, my lengendary valentine's day gift.
There, I HeArTzzz peenk HeArT shaped balloons worhx :D
The helium has escaped, and now it's significantly deflated and flops around like a lifeless fish flipper. So, I decided to bring it home and let it sit on my table (:
I still ache from first Mr Dan's class in 4 months + 2 ballet classes with insanely difficult adagios and allegros. Think stamina for dance has depleted tremendously.
On a random note, I like the workroom when it's occupied, although it's so overcrowded and messy that sooner or later we'll have to climb on top of the photocopying machine to find space. It's amusing discussing nonsense like whether allegro means quickly or big jumps, Singlish is good or bad, and whether Ren Ying's pouch is green or blue-ish green. We spent half an hour arguing over the colour of her bag too.
I'll miss that alot when half the workroom empties next week ):
