Whiteboards.

I can tolerate many things in a filthy classroom.

Sure, I can leave dirty, snot-filled tissues lying on the ground, black from the underside of classmates' shoes, and not flinch.

I can toss my bag on the rubbish-strewn ground, and not have a care in the world.

I can even glance at the always overflowing wastepaper basket standing in a corner of the room, and not lift a finger.

But the one thing that really, REALLY gets to me, is...

A smudged, scribbled-on (one could say vandalised) Whiteboard.

You want SPOTLESS, SQUEAKY-CLEAN whiteboards, with erasable markers which tips are nice and sharp, and never need to be refilled?
Do you want Whiteboards which actually have lights above and beneath them, for added effect?

GO TO THE LEARNING LAB. I swear, the boards there are the absolute best in town.

The Whiteboard is the medium for teachers to educate us on History, Literature, Maths... The list goes on.

Sure, some of the more high-tech teachers come armed with a laptop, and pull the screen down to start the lesson, but who wants to stare at some typed words (such as this) instead of a Literature teacher's flowing, moving words that actually capture your very short-spanned attention?

As long as we take good care of our boards (read: not scribble, "OMG SO-AND-SO OF SO-AND-SO TEAM IS SO BLOODY HOT LAH!!!", or leave big splotches of marker ink on it, or leave HUGE, unsightly bluegreenred smudges on it), I am sure learning will actually be a fruitful and very enriching experience.

But DAMN, I still fall asleep during Chinese, thank you very much.