~Scientifica~

There are times when you are happy. Lots of times.

And there are Scientifica type times. Rare ones.

From it's humble beginnings to it's magnificent end, Scientifica has been an enthralling ride. I've always maintained that to understand, respect and come to love people, you have to work with them under pressure. I can only say that in the past few months I've forged relationships that I know I will never forget. From managing to tolerate people whom I would generally *biff* on the nose to spending quality time working with people I care about to getting to know people and becoming good friends, I've done it all through the Scientifica journey.

When Scientifica first took on its inter school avatar, I was (as usual) in the cyber lab. I came out to see a huddle around JSR babbling excitedly. On reaching there I found out the reason behind the excitement and quickly joined in with glee. Then followed gazillions of conversations with Shantha Ma’am and other teachers…



Suddenly we found ourselves saddled with a wondrous burden. The task of figuring out what events we were to have, what they were to entail, who would take charge, how to ensure that we rub everyone the right way, it was all tough and amazingly frustrating at times. But, now, I can confidently tackle people and listen to the biggest cart load of bull crap and act as though I think they are amazing to be saying what they are. That, trust me, is an art.



But the weirdest was yet to happen. The design days. I have NO idea how Ruchika and I ended up working together. No clue whatsoever. Now, a person with whom my communication extended to a “Hi!” and “What’s up?” was my full time online buddy. Somehow we did end up working together, and I think the results speak for themselves. I need to go into detail here simply because it’s worth it. Someday, years and years hence, I’ll look back at this blog and realise what an amazing experience it was. Right from the start we knew that we’d have to fight and we were willing to do it. One goal: It’s our last ever school fest. There will be NO A4 sheet saying “National Public School, Indiranagar, cordially invites you to…” There will be no plain white certificates with weird borders. We will design stuff and they will accept it. No pale green patterns, no boring pixellated pictures. So we began. We made a hot black shirt, a nice black certificate and started on a black invite. Then they deigned to inform us that black is “inauspicious” and that designs that had previously been accepted would now have to be changed. Then we redesigned the certificate to a blue one in 15 minutes (stroke of genius, even if I say so myself) and began redesigning the brochure and shirt. So we designed a complete dark (without much black) invite. Then we were told that it must go too as dark stuff is “sinister”. Somewhere then, while Ruchika and I were (in righteous indignation) yelling about stupid rules, Akash decided that they could do without me. So I strode off with the hard disk and in about 30 seconds it hit me that how much ever I threaten to ditch this effort, I won’t be able to it. For one, I’d got used to Ruch’s company and I was not about to sever paths when we were becoming good friends and, secondly, it meant way too much for me. It was my chance to do something for the school and more importantly, for a batch of students who, without even the slightest sign of discomfort, had included me in their ranks and treated me as one who has known them since they were in their nappies. So I couldn’t walk out on it. I fumed, yelled, threatened and stuck on. Ruch can be quoted saying “ninny is moving between angry and very angry”… it’s true. Despite that, I had to help. Call it an OCD if you wish, I wanted to be part of the difference (actually, be 50% of the difference)… right from the start, ruch and I formed a complementary pair. What she was good at in Photoshop, I couldn’t do to save my life and I could carry out, neatly, work that she wasn’t comfortable with. So, on being informed that dark is out, we began with a white based invite. Our first reaction was mutinous. “What the hell, we’ll show them, we can do it in white!!!” we said. Then, “Shit, the white does look good ya!”… not bad. Lets do it awesomely and make sure that they have no issues with it… So we did it. Completed it. Then we were told that it won’t be printed and that we either just flush our work down a loo or we print it ourselves. Three guesses as to what we chose! We bought paper and got it cut, made a stationery store friend, and tried printing. We got a black sheet. And then Mugs took over. If it weren’t for her, I don’t know what we’d have done for the invites. That evening ruch and I spent in misery wondering if all our work was actually going to go waste, but a message from mugs read “v found a way 2 print ur invites” and it was oddly comforting. Next morning, “You finish the invites; we’ll get it printed outside.” Oh My God. Mugs = God.

We had innumerable incarcerations with teachers, got belted for the most inconsequential things, never heard a word of praise, were treated like something smelly that got under their squeaky clean shoes and got what we had desperately wanted. The envelopes happened the way I wanted them to (yes, I derive much joy out of that) and suddenly, the shirts were our design too…

The “design days” were a melee of emotion; a saga of accomplishment, defeat, angst, bureaucracy, joy and epiphanies – one of the most fulfilling periods of my schooling. We camped in the lab, swore under our breaths, cracked silly jokes, bonded with moturam, bunked meals and had a blast. I love you ruch =D and both of us (I’m sure) are really really grateful to mugs for standing by us for that turbulent time.



Phone calls. For a while, if you needed to find either Dipstick or me, you’d look in the reception. Calling up schools, we thought, might be fun. It wasn’t. It was annoying and disheartening. To be polite to people who clearly don’t give a rat’s ass about your effort and emotions is difficult. We’ve both mastered the art. After today, all I can say is that those who turned down our invitation just missed out on a lot of fun. Their loss, really.



Cyberia. This was a team where I “knew” only some two people – Kz and Vidya. The rest were mainly alien to me. Thrown together out of a genuine love for computers, we found that despite all our differences, we made a good team. Each of us had our own special strengths and I believe that this is the very reason why our event had such variety. The couple of days before Scientifica, when we literally resided in the lab, were amazing. I am ashamed of the fact that I did minimal work in comparison to Chad, Vivek, Brrr and Abhilash. Without their aid and effort, my round would have been completely impossible. For that, I’m exceedingly grateful to you guys. Our comp. sci. teachers could not have been more supporting. They practically allowed us to do precisely what we wished to do and helped in any way that they could. That’s simple awesome of them!



18th December, 2009.

I slept at 0230 and woke up at 0330 hours. So much fun. Came to school feeling like a wrung out dish rag in awesome clothes (I can say that, can’t I?)… began with Cyberia work and then realised that my partly done video wasn’t working. So I changed stuff and got it functional. Everyone else handled Cyberia (again, I was a useless lump of lard sitting there doing nothing related to my event). Honestly, nothing that I did today would have worked out without help from gazillions of people. Nikhil for the laptop (without which there would be no video), my Cyberia team for handling the whole thing so magnificently. I was so mortified that I wasn’t even there when the judges for my round came in but none of them (even once) mentioned how they were doing work that I was supposed to handle... That, I guess, is why any team event is special. Also, I must thank Cee, Mansi and Surbhi for the tonnes of pictures that they ran all around and took. There was NO way in hell that I could’ve finished the video in time if I had to do all that work myself. Neither did they complain, ever. Running around and seeing a bit of all events was fun. However, compiling that video was scary. Simply because I had no feedback and I was relying on my judgment alone, which has often been proven to be rather unconventional and weird. Also, I was afraid that something would go wrong. It did. Damn those blasted speakers to hell. I must, however, thank all those people who clapped and cheered when it got over. It meant quite a lot to me. Then Bindu Ma’am came up to speak. And waved the invites around... I think that made up for every single insult or scolding we received for attempting to be different. The cheer we got, the fact that she publicly acknowledged our effort - it made ruch’s and my day. Then, of course, the fact that we heard two different schools say that Scientifica was the best fest they’d been to the whole year through. If anything, it sealed in the joy and feeling of achievement. Random pictures, one with hedge and ruch, corner house, plonked on the ground, sitting on the stairs and blowing bubbles… they went into making one of the best days of my life, so far.



Ruch, Dipstick, Hedge and the rest of the awesomest batch on the planet – it has been a pleasure and an honour working with you!

I'm feeling bad.

There, you already know that this is going to be another one of those moany-groany rants, so buzz off if you don't intend to sympathise.

Yeah, so I feel like most of my efforts go in vain.

Ever since I joined this school (they gave me admission, I wasn't good enough to get in otherwise) I have been attempting to prove the fact that I am not all that bad either. I thought I was doing a pretty decent job of it, and clearly I was wrong. Clearly I am still that "charity pupil" who got in only 'cause of their benevolence and I am utterly incapable of anything worthy of notice...
I thought that badge (though I admit, Poorna deserved it more), the work I have put in for everything that has happened in school so far, and my pretty much above average grades would put me in the "decent student" bracket. Somehow I just can't get outta the rut.

Sucks.

if wishes were horses...

If wishes were horses, then all my horses would die.

They'd be starved. Tortured. And murdered. In cold blood.

Oh, and my dad had milk, rosogolla and beer. Simultaneously.
YUCK.

And someone (who supposedly reads my blog) has begun calling me Ninni-compoop. Do I care? No.
I find it amusing.

My phone is called "Sausage". I bet you didn't know that!

I lost my favourite bag hangy-thingy... His name is Squishy and he is a squishy(surprise surprise), black and white panda. If you see him, his mommy is yearning for him!!!

OH and our new Scientifica theme is Blue and White =D
looks elegant. People don't like elegance these days. They like bold stuff. Not my fault. We are doing our best. The rest can shit in the stinkiest loos on the planet. =p

Writing poetry is just not my thing.
So I'll just string
A bunch of lines
This way
And you'll think I'm awesome.
And if you don't think so
I implore you to.

My life.
I like these short sentences.
Yeah, so my life
And everyone else's, I bet,
Is a bed full of roses
Replete with thorns.
The ups smell good
The downs scratch.

There, inspiration over
All gone in a flash
I'll be back to complete
These incomplete sentences.

when things suddenly look bleak

I'll love today, no matter what.
Tomorrow might just be a darned sight worse.

I'll take joy in all the little moments,
The punch in the tummy, the sudden hug
That stupid wise crack
That cracked us all up.

It may seem to be the worst possible time
It may look like the darkest of nights
But I'll love today, no matter what.
I'll love it 'cause it just might be all I have left to love.

~

08-09-2009
Our first conversation with any TISBian regarding Vivum '09. Dipika and I compiled a list of doubts that we were to clear. By the time we concluded the conversation, we had exactly double the number of doubts in our heads. The chap we spoke to gave us all the details we asked for albeit with a stark warning. "I'm not sure" he said. Ah! Great!
09-09-09
Apart from being an awesome date, this marks conversation number two. Got another large number of queries "cleared". Only it turned out later that the person on the phone was rather good at story writing and was rather convincing in delivery. Everything he told us was wrong except Karan's and Rishit's email IDs. Even better!

In the number of times that we attempted to clear out all ambiguities, what irked us most was that no one who was unsure of something bothered to be clear about it. Everyone we spoke to gave us their version of the rules and left us more confused than ever.

We kept in close contact with the 'powers that be' (much to their disgust, I bet) and reiterated that we needed our final participation details before we closed for our holidays else we'd have a really tough time co-ordinating between all the prospective participants.
When we got what we assumed to be the final set up, we wrote out our lists and sent them in.
48 hours before Vivum, we received a "Final Quota List". A rude shock indeed! After we'd begged, pleaded, implored for finalised details, we had to view a document that called for massive changes in our lists. Then we noticed that the "Final Quota List" didn't even include the Lit and Lang department. So Dipika called up again. She spoke to a girl who treated her like a five year old. Dipika was told that "Gift of the Gab" was an individual event with 1 contestant per school. Fifteen minutes later she received a mail that said that "Gift of the Gab" was a team event with a team of 2-3 participants. Annoyed with these contradictions, the ambiguity regarding the number and composition of Vivathon teams and the fact that the Cycling event was cancelled without any prior intimation she asked me to call up and speak to the concerned authorities. I called. Again. And again... I was forced to hear the "Welcome to TISB..." twenty eight times (believe it or not) before someone deigned to pick up. He took down my number and said that someone would call me in five minutes. I received a call in 20 minutes from the same person Dipika spoke to. This was one of the most infuriating conversations I have ever had with anybody. To preserve even the last vestiges of courtesy took all that I had and beyond. I was "angry" (Really? With whom, I wonder!?), "confused" (Take a WILD guess why???) and we were the cause of all our problems. The fact that they had continuously mislead us till we lost our tempers was our fault. The fact that not one person really knew what was happening was our fault. They can conveniently forget to inform us that they cancelled an event, but the fact that someone called up to ask about it is again our fault. Oh, and she said that "Gift of the Gab" was definitely an individual event ("I should know, I'm an organiser!"). Darned disorganised organiser you are then! It ended up being a team event with our school not having a team due to one person insisting that she was right no matter what.

By the time it was Vivum Day One, I really couldn't care less about it. Whom am I kidding, I did want to do well, but seeing that I didn't, my public stance remains one of utter callousness regarding the event. The first thing I noticed while registering was that they were using our old lists. After making us write out new ones, they didn't even look at it. Great! In the inauguration, the person from Cisco spoke brilliantly. Boman Irani was amazing. And things were looking up.

Then we went out and saw the schedule. Mix Master on D1. Whatever was looking up fell right back down with a plunk! We went and sorted it all out with the Computer department. We began with Web Master. Surprise SURPRISE! Another change of rules. "I'm sorry! You can't use Dreamweaver! You must use FrontPage..." WHAT? We've never used FrontPage in our lives. You ask us to learn Dreamweaver and then conveniently give us some other software. Like THANKS! Top it all off, your rules state that a school has a maximum of 1 team with 2 participants. But since NPS C has come in from afar, they have 2 teams with 3 each! Fair much?
I got Boman Irani's autograph though! And ze Principal and he liked our design (which we did on photoshop)... =D
Then Karan Lala turns up and informs me that "Concrete Jungle" is an individual event. And they discuss how he "got a poem" from me and "Rishit didn't". SERIOUSLY? How did all of them know in the first place? Ever heard of an email signature, folk?

Electro da Vinci next. It was supposed to be a picture converted to something regarding "Global Warming" which is why I went for it. But NO! WHY would they stick to their own rules? They gave us a picture of a painting of a creature that looked largely like a cross between a bear, rat and monkey (It was meant to be a chipmunk, Dhwani told me later...) and expected us to make it look better. Ah, such a clear emphasis on Global Warming.

Next day was the worst of the lot. "Concrete Jungle" was fun. Yes, CEO refused to let us ask questions as he wanted to raise them in the next round, but it was fun. My first commerce event and I did okay enough I guess. Shreya was, as always, awesome! =D
Then the Computer sweethearts deigned to inform us that Mix Master and Web Master were to occur simultaneously. Who cares about a certain mail in my inbox that clearly stated that one could participate in all Comp. events without a clash? Now it is ALL our fault that we are doing both! He even had it in him to yell, like he had the right to. Thanks to that shoddy, egoistic bit of shit I had to do the entire website by myself while I worked on FrontPage for the first time in my life. An enjoyable experience indeed. Then they had the gall to say that we ought to have chosen one. WHY can't they admit their faults?

Day Three. Well whatever. We played around on those manicured lawns. And that really is the highlight of the day for most of us. And the phosphorescent dancers.

I really wanted to have an amazing experience here, it's our last school fest...If I had not helped with getting rules cleared and stuff, I might have enjoyed myself. But as it stands, I learnt a valuable lesson in diplomacy. How to smile at a person when you want to punch him/her in the face; how to be polite when all you want to do is swear. I learnt it all here. AND I spoke to Boman Irani! That's good enough!!!

Am I being too cynical? Perhaps I am. Then again, I was always a sore loser. If you think I am wrong in what I said, blame it on this fallacy of mine.

UGH.

Damn that helicopter.

Damn it to HELL.

I survived 10th grade boards 'cause there were 2 months of absolute bliss to follow, 11th grade First Semesters 'cause i needed to prove to 'em teachers that i am not a fool, 11th grade finals because (again) of the holidays that come right after. Then came these dratted exams.

Shreya and I decided that we'd go to Sishu Griha after my last exam, that was supposed to be on the 4th of September. I spent ALL these torturous days singing to the tunes of "SGS on Friday, SGS on Friday!!!! =D =D" and then that ill fated helicopter had to go crash. That too, with the Chief Minister of Andhra Pradesh (a Congressman to top it all off) in it. How awesome. While every one is squeaking "Holiday! We have a HOLIDAY!!! YIPPEE!!!" all our Teachers' day plans and everything gets rubbed in the mud.

HELL!!!

I've been looking forward to meeting everyone for so long. Shre and I were to sit in on some English class, and learn Julius Caesar all over again. We were going to susprise all the teachers by being there, in the first place. Then we were going to drop in on Malathi Aunty and I fully intended to shamelessly show off my "President Of Literary Association" badge to her (I know she'd be very Very happy). . .We wanted to do so many other very random and nice things, spend half a day at school and soak in the atmosphere that we miss every day of our lives and try not to show.

:'(

and it is all gone. Dunno when we'll get another chance to do what we intended to do. Not the day before this Teachers' Day, in any case.

The exams are almost over and I survived them, true.

I don't seem as happy about it as I could have felt though. No where as close to as happy as I would have felt, had tomorrow happened the way I wanted it to.

:'(

never too late. . .

I sang the Sishu Griha school song today. Lustily and tunelessly. Then I went on to all the other songs we’d sing according to which day it was. . . I needed to. I needed to see whether I remember the lyrics, the tune. . . thankfully I did.

Then I read my school diary from cover to cover. Basu aunty used to force us to get the most mundane things signed, I noticed.

Our first term exams began on the 16th of August 2007 with hindi, in which we had chapters 16-21 in Chandragupt and Seema Rekha, Vijay ki vela, and Lakshmi ka Swagat . . . English was on the 28th wherein we had Acts III, IV, V of Julius Caesar and “The Cloud”, “After Apple Picking”, “Tithonus” and “The Diverting History of John Gilpin”. . . funny how we had no short stories for this exam.

Kundhavi wrote my final exam timetable for me. It’s there in her unmistakable neat script at the back of my diary… the last time that we wrote an exam in Sishu Griha.

The only time Ajitha aunty has ever given me a “good” in any paper was when I got 24 on 25 in some grammar test. Then she cut 5 marks from another paper and I remember being rather rude to her about it then. Now I’d give anything to have her back again.

Basu aunty didn’t realize that I wrote one of my tests in my EE test notebook . . . it was a map marking test. I was always pathetic at that. I miss topography though. .

I just saw my 9th grade Renaissance project. The cover page is hideous but I remember being rather proud of it then… the project is rather unremarkable, but Plaboni aunty wrote a pleasing “good and informative” at the end of it, and that works for me!

I got 11.5 on 20 in a Biology test once and Sujatha aunty wanted me to “learn all theories and facts properly”. . . the test was on Genetics. I still remember that hypertrichosis is a Y-Chromosome linked disease.

My math test notebook is a jungle of 60%s. Janaki aunty never gave up on me though. .. she told my mother once (when I wasn’t there) that “Children like these strike only once, I am waiting for a centum in March 2008." I’ll always be sorry that I didn’t deliver.

I remember the class in which Hema aunty caught me eating peanuts. Then another time when she kicked us out of class because we hadn’t got our physics workbook. The next Wednesday that I forgot, I went home in lunch break to get it. Sheetal and Neha once told me about how they went to speak to her regarding a test paper (electricity part 2) and she told them that I was the only one in the class who understood the chapter while she screamed at me for not getting the household circuit right. That is the highest praise I have ever received from anyone. But, when she announced in class that she doesn’t care about our marks so long as we love the subject, I truly began loving her. I’ll always like physics and it is only because of this one person.

If I survived the vagaries of 10th grade, it is thanks to Renu aunty. Apart from being an awesome teacher, she was always so approachable and one always walked away after a conversation with her, feeling more at peace.

There! I just saw an ancient Hindi paper popping out. I got 3.5 on 6 in some class test. Anila aunty was the epitome of fun. She cracked random jokes, said weird stuff, made the whole class kneel down and generally ensured that we love her.

We moaned so much about EE. On numerous occasions Sheela Aunty told us (me rather) that our negative attitudes aren’t helping any, but we continued grumbling. How she managed to teach such reluctant students I really don’t know but she sure did succeed!

What makes my experience at Sishu Griha what it is, is not just the staff, but the class that we were. I’ve had my ups and downs with you folk but I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned how much you mean to me. We’ve grown up together and I have unforgettable memories with every one of you.

I know this is more about our teachers than anything else, but I never have truly paid tribute to them. . . well, they say it's "never too late". . .

I don’t know why I wrote this. I don’t know why this queer feeling of nostalgia gripped me. I don’t know why I am feeling so “homesick” a year and half after leaving school, but there you go.
I just needed to write out memories. . .

Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.

"When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse . . . "

Yeah, that is how it goes.

My life, right now, consists of attempts to do things, and their repercussions.
I am yet to come across a repercussion that is non-negative.

Every SINGLE time I try to do something that might make someone smile, I end up getting them antagonised, every time I try making something new, I fail miserably and every time i come up with what I think is a pretty good idea, those who matter obviously think that it's not. And in the rare case that I do manage to please someone I inevitably get some other person annoyed.

One would think I'd have learnt by now that i ought to just shut up and let things go the way they would if i didn't poke my nose in. But i can't. Darn it all, i can't.

I still do care about what people say to me. I still find my eyes stinging when someone busts me for something that really was meant to be good.

I have no clue why i am pouring out my grievances in this random fashion, but I find myself less inclined to say it to anyone right now. especially since they might just get annoyed with that too.

For most part of the beginning of the year, i hoped and prayed that I'd get a badge. When i did get it, i got the one a very good friend of mine wanted and deserved. And then i proceeded to lose miserably in every single literary event that came by. We all know that she ought to have got my post, but hell there is nothing we can do with it. Where do i fit in? As someone who can neither be sad about the recognition, nor happy. All i feel about the topic is guilt.

So what i am doing right now in the words of a great many people is "Wasting Time". Neither am i awesome at any extra curricular thing, nor am I very good at academics. As usual i am stuck uncomfortably in the middle while people do better than me in everything.

UGH!

I know i sound rather whiny and boring, but hell these days i find even myself getting annoyed with 'me'. . .

If you did manage to read this post, you are truly a capable and patient being.

PS: i'll get through it with no lessons learnt, just you wait!

:(
:P

taadddaaaaa!

hola!

GUESS WHAT?

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I have messed up again. In the recent past i don't remember the last time that anyone was satisfied with my marks... "i am not working hard", supposedly. Our definitions of hard work are different, but i guess their's counts most...

I have decided to record a few of my conversations with teachers. . .
they are so pathetic that they make me laugh.

Teacher 1: (first in a long list of teachers)
"Anindita, you are not working hard. In fact, you are hardly working!"

*after a week or so*
"Anindita (WHY DID SHE LEARN MY NAME???) तू तो बहुत बात करती है!! you are the loudest in the school. . .(like that is criminal offense..) why do you take leadership in everything? Let the others do. तू स्कूल में पढने के लिए आती है! पढ़कर घर जा! (all this while i'd been asked to do whatever i was doing.) "

*in a little more time*
"just look at her! she even laughs so loudly! Hoi! anindita, why do you laugh so much. (GOD, seriously!)"
and it goes on. . .


Teacher 2:
*after i finally managed to do well in some test*
"Good! i was getting tired of looking at your face all shrivelled up..." (really? i have a shrivelled up face? . . .uh, alright!)

*in a couple of months*
"Where is your momentum? Just because you did well once doesn't mean that you have to do like this now..." (hell, i was so glad i passed :P )


Teacher 3: (this is One LONG conversation)
*with Karishma as comparison (ICSE 2008 Bangalore topper v. this poor soul)*
"Karishma, you are capable of so much! How is your IIT coaching going........ (treat the dots as a paragraph each)
Anindita, with all your extra curriculars and all that, aim for at least 75% in the boards. I am sure you can do it..."
*insulted. she lowered my aim by 20%. honestly is that the kinda vibe i emanate? 75% in boards... Seriously!?*


Teacher 4:
*on seeing a decently designed cover page*
"Really! do you think this is necessary? . . . (trails off as i blow up). . . no no, it is very very creative and nice, but must you spend your time on such things? You are in 12th grade now....."
(let's not even go into the details of that conversation...)

*in conversation with Karishma and Praveen and moi.*
"How do you all even stand her (guess WHO was being referred to...)..."
*praveen goes off into a 'Well a certain degreee of ignorance is required. One must ignore some things that she says and does. They are not always in best taste (note how this is in the bestest taste ever)..Selective hearing is a must...et al.)

*in conversation with Kz and me.*
"Why are you so interested in all these software? You ought to concentrate on your studies this year. Your whole life is left for all these things. Now it is the marks that matter. (why, Why, WHY??)"

*thank goodness for this one. . .SMSs rule :P *
"When you feel that God is rubbing you against the rocks, don't think that you will run down to dust. It is His way of polishing a gem. Stay precious (ironic, really... but still oddly comforting.)!"

Teacher 5:
*KABOOM*
*bam*
*BarooM!*
*Kapow!*
yeah, i always got blasted by this one!

so there are more to go, and someone is rather sleepy.
therefore, she shall quit re-living such moments (never too soon)

goot night!

dies unus

So today was school reopening day :) . . . not for us though :P we've been working for ever soo long :(
it was refreshing to see the ground all filled up, and see little kids roaming about in their neatly ironed uniforms.

a few observations about day one:

1. ALL the little girls get new PINK bags :) they line them up in a row and it looks adorable...

2. the new kids are inevitably cute and cuddly. and very sad. the school actually deputes teachers to ensure that all the cranky kids get some attention. really! i saw at least two teachers with every 3 foot creature :P

3. the teachers deck up like there is NO tomorrow! seriously, considering that they have been working since the 27th! no one dresses up like that to welcome the 12th grade to school. Humph!.

4. every body has a free day apart from us. our teachers announce tests and homework instead.

5. Elections are weird. At least this one was. For one, the indelible mark on our fingers was blue permanent marker that you can sort of rub off pretty easily :P Also, there is no manifesto! No campaigning AND one does not know who some of the candidates are ( o.O )... and a lot of the candidates state clearly in their only speech that they don't want to be elected to the post for which they are standing!!!!!

6. Tikoo Ma'am looks like a POLAR bear, as usual... :D :D awwwwwwww :D


If you are wondering why my post is beginning to look like a science review, it is because i am expected to write points in my english paper. No unnecessary embellishments they say...and of course, this year is expected to be entirely about academics...*snorts in derision*...therefore i am lead to conclude that the it is time i get my self off to practise "Maxima and Minima", "LPP", "Inverse Trigonometric Functions" and God alone knows what else....
adieu!

allo!
i'm afraid i haven't blogged for soooo long that i've completely forgotten how to blog... and i'm even more afraid that no one will read what i say anyway :(
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see, i told you, i HAVE forgotten how to say more than a sentence while blogging.
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i shall be off now, and try again later :(

buh-bye!