2GY, 2007, and other random stuff.

Well, it's the second day of school.
It's been raining. There are puddles ankle deep in the courtyard, where we are supposed to gather.
We Sec. Twos ignore this and proceed to our respective classrooms.
It's the Sec. Ones who have a bit of a problem.



"We're supposed to go to the hall!"
"What, the primary school one?!"
"I don't know..."


Eventually, a small girl comes up to me and asks politely, "Excuse me, but where are we supposed to gather, I mean..."
She turns a beet red.


I manage to get rid of my extra voice huskiness (I have it every morning) and choke out, "Your classroom."
"Thanks. Hey..."
"Hm?"
"Aren't you the bimbo girl from yesterday?"



I immediately regret not letting Shameera "accidentally" chop off a couple of Sec. One heads.
I doubt the blood stains would have shown.



"Er... Yeah."


We spend the rest of the periods lolling around our corridors, talking about Death Note and S&M ("What???"). When we finally did something productive (e.g. Thinking of our class motto and T-shirt), we couldn't stop laughing at Shameera's presentation of our ideas. ("GY, gynaecologist! We're pregnant with ideas!")


Then we trooped down to the Drama Room where we spent three hours marching up and down the school building(s), waving photocopied fliers at the Sec Ones who were wearing okay-the-drama-girls-are-so-weird looks on their faces.


"Join drama! You know you want to!"
"I'm sure I don't want to..."


May that girl be f***ed for the rest of her school year. Hope she learns to not be so RUDE...


Several hey-aren't-yous from various people today:

"Hey. aren't you that Bimbo?!"
-Peer Leader


"Cool! You're that bimbo chick!"
"You're that bimbo person, right?"
-Random Sec Ones who DID NOT sign up for Drama or accept the flier I was handing out


May this year be one I can survive.