tuition is definitely the hit. not only its boring, it empties your stomach too. i was sitting there for 'bout 10 minutes, waiting for jenny (my tutor) to come over, and i was practically beat. i just finished my homework in the past half hour and i was definitely not looking forward to a heap of chinese characters to be displayed right in front of me. the final year exams are just around the corner and i haven't even started on my holiday homework, let alone revision. what in the world? school today wasn't even any better. english lesson was expected to be fun. real hardcore fun. but mrs tmk didn't even manage to enlighten us. some english teacher indeed. she's supposed to be a math teacher. what in the world is she doing here! so intensely furthermore.
raindrops falling on my window pane. i await in silence as the dawn rises to a new beginning. another day has come.
why oh why must we study so much? its just a stupid travelogue! dude. seriously. she needs a life. vocabulary is based on how much you know, how much you read, and how much interest and effort you put in. not by sitting in a shabby old classroom, filling our minds with death-strangling voices! and god knows what's with her pronunciation. math homework isn't aiding the current situation. if language is based on one's interest and passion, arithmetic must be the same. one's mind is the start of every problem, its just how you look at it. math lesson is just do do do. practice practice practice. is there even time for fun and games? my mom says that math is the easiest subject to get a hundred percent. eek. hell yeah i guess thats true. well it is, actually. math is just so straightforward you cant find any curves or roundabouts along a little math journey.
numbers carry significant figures. language has it all.
chinese tuition today was just as boring as before. my little tutor is one and a half head shorter than me. and its not getting a heck into my brain thats for sure. as i await in silence, for him, patiently, i lift my head and look through the fogged glass along the window sill, i pray that one day, he will just remember me. the clouds darken as a thunderstorm approaches, raindrops start to fall. thud by thud. the loud construction noise in the background gives it rhythm as it touches the ground. drop by drop. heavy and dark puffs of cotton aline themselves with the sky, forming a circle of dark foam. water droplets condense along the rims of the window pane, as her teardrops alight gently on the soft red carpet below her. she dreams, waits and goes forth in plea. the clock strikes 8, and the second hand ticks away in tempo. soft music is heard, drifting in between the noise of the weather, she closes her eyes in fear.