year 2008. heralded in the new year with the reopening of school. I couldn't sleep last night, worrying about how in a few hrs i would be riding the same expressway and sailing past the school gates to be ushered back into life as a student. before that i had almost been looking forward to school, sort of. Its like i almost forgot how the uniform feels like on me and how it feels like to be back at school, too caught up in my holiday revelries and good spirits to even remember the dredgery of school. Today, all those old feelings came swarming back to me, slowly, that familiar taste of school.

The day started off alright, in good spirits. i reached school abt 10 mins early and after visiting the toilet, walked to the track where i met one of my classmates. sat on the grandstand and talked a little bit, about the usual typical how were ur holidays stuff. then another classmate came and demanded present from me from spain. gee. i didnt have any alright. ok i shall skip the details.

Found out who my CT was. got a glimpse of her and nothing more. she looked pretty.. stern. the no-nonsense type. but then again i cant really tell cos my ct last yr lked stern too, but she turned out to be a pushover. okay, not pushover, just too floppy. BUT i'm superly glad i did not get the v ahem notoriously nasty teacher as ct. though i'll be seeing her 2 tutorials (close proximity encounters for 2 hrs per wk) per wk. boohoo

Gp tutor changed as well. This one seems more dynamic, lively and engaging. definitely more interesting. but she can be pretty intimidating, with her over the top expressions and strict rules.

And, my stupid cca dropped a bomb on us when we met for a 'short meeting' today (which, fyi, wasn';t rly v short). wow whee, we are going to merge with fitness club! -_- and our names are gg to be combined. boohoo. i really want us to stay in our own sphere. And its a real shame that we have to merge because the real problem with our cca hasnt been tackled, which is that it is badly managed. ...

oh, and the cca tee they gave us really stinks. its bright yellow and on the back it says: rodassabma strops (read backwards) :/

well. that pretty sums up my day at school. throw in some drama and suspense (courtesy of lit lessons by scary tcher), bouts of boredom (courtesy of classmates, tchers, empty periods caused by orientation), growing stress (courtesy of upcoming tests, my skin condition, As, perception of my intellect and knowledge of my own laziness) and intensifying fear (thanks to uncertainty in the future), and TADA! first day of school. X 1 yr's worth of days.

Only that it gets worse instead of staying constant.