Death by boredom
You know what's boring?
Cantonese soap operas.
You know what's more boring than cantonese soap opears?
Double-period chinese.
It wouldn't be so bad if we could read novels/ do homework/ sleep/ talk/ daydream during chinese classes, like people tend to do during Biology or Moral Studies or Bahasa Melayu, but noooo, the chinese teacher is too proud a lady to have people sleeping when she's talking.
She's the most long-winded teacher I know. She'd talk and talk and talk, and by the 20th minute (whereby we'd already be half asleep) she'd go, "Okay, back to the poem.."
That usually snaps me out of my daydream. Out of sheer frustration. Because it means that for the past half hour, what she had been rambling on about had nothing to do with our texts. Which also means that finishing the thing would take a lot longer than we'd expect.
Furthermore, our classroom has got to be one of the least strategic ones in school, after the classroom that is surrounded by toilets, of course. Our classroom is HOT. It's impossible to concentrate when the classroom is so hot and stuffy. Everyone in class sweats like a leaky garden hose. It has gotten so bad, people are starting to bring fans to school.
With all this heat, the only thing you'd wanna do is sleep. Or go home. But of course, the teacher would never allow all that. So we could only look at our books and pretend to pay attention. That's why chinese periods are so painfully boring. We can't do anything but stare at our books. And the teacher's ramblings only serve as a lullaby. It puts us to sleep. Again, that is not allowed. We have to sit still and stare at our books. ARGH
One time it got so bad, I actually felt sick. I felt like vommitting.
Double chinese periods are not just boring. They are deathly boring. It's so bad, you feel like doing something crazy like putting your finger on fire, just for entertainment. Because listening to the teacher gushing on about China's famous (dead) poets sure isn't.
It'll probably cause the death of us someday.
Cantonese soap operas.
You know what's more boring than cantonese soap opears?
Double-period chinese.
It wouldn't be so bad if we could read novels/ do homework/ sleep/ talk/ daydream during chinese classes, like people tend to do during Biology or Moral Studies or Bahasa Melayu, but noooo, the chinese teacher is too proud a lady to have people sleeping when she's talking.
She's the most long-winded teacher I know. She'd talk and talk and talk, and by the 20th minute (whereby we'd already be half asleep) she'd go, "Okay, back to the poem.."
That usually snaps me out of my daydream. Out of sheer frustration. Because it means that for the past half hour, what she had been rambling on about had nothing to do with our texts. Which also means that finishing the thing would take a lot longer than we'd expect.
Furthermore, our classroom has got to be one of the least strategic ones in school, after the classroom that is surrounded by toilets, of course. Our classroom is HOT. It's impossible to concentrate when the classroom is so hot and stuffy. Everyone in class sweats like a leaky garden hose. It has gotten so bad, people are starting to bring fans to school.
With all this heat, the only thing you'd wanna do is sleep. Or go home. But of course, the teacher would never allow all that. So we could only look at our books and pretend to pay attention. That's why chinese periods are so painfully boring. We can't do anything but stare at our books. And the teacher's ramblings only serve as a lullaby. It puts us to sleep. Again, that is not allowed. We have to sit still and stare at our books. ARGH
One time it got so bad, I actually felt sick. I felt like vommitting.
Double chinese periods are not just boring. They are deathly boring. It's so bad, you feel like doing something crazy like putting your finger on fire, just for entertainment. Because listening to the teacher gushing on about China's famous (dead) poets sure isn't.
It'll probably cause the death of us someday.
Labels: Ramblings
isthisme exuded garlic breath at 3:19 AM
