RR (17,10): More nonsense
Prescript: I end my 6-day blogging hiatus, and here today there are two posts. I mean, sorry, I should spread my posts out more evenly, but sometimes many things happen.
Okay, now I'm really raging. Turns out I got arrowed for compulsory study time. Not that I'm going for it. See the e-mail they sent. And also the stuff I wrote there. At then I was still kind of quite full of rage so I didn't bother posting here until after 50 rounds of TypeRacer to diffuse my rage. Hostel network is shit. I repeat this again. (Mentioned before at least twice, so this isn't wrong.)
What the hell. Seriously. My skin could turn green. And their preferred method of contacting me was through Ben's phone. What the hell. I hate speaking through phones. Unless I really have to (out of desperation or whatever), I won't. I repeat: I hate speaking through phones. I don't know, but the school never picked up on the fact that the dozen times or so they called my phone I never picked up. (Unintentional lousy pun there.)
Okay. So they sent me an e-mail. Yeah. So what? I saw the message, dismissed it as irrelevant, and just moved on. That isn't a lame excuse; for at least 2 times some teacher(s) have sent some message that applied only to a few select students to everybody in the level. (Iirc this teacher was Mrs. Soong.) I'm not blaming that teacher. I'm blaming the 'tards who imposed that I must have compulsory study time.
So now, here I am, raging and still with pain in my right foot. Shit.
So after I picked up the call, not quite clearly hearing what the moron on the other side was saying, I went down. I went to the office. I asked around. Apparently, they think it's my problem I didn't go for the compulsory study time, so they're not bothering to guide me appropriately.
Then there was this bastard I was directed to who said (something like) "I'll give you the benefit of doubt", in reply to my (true) statement that I was completely unaware I had CST, and that my phone went dry yesterday. You know what? Giving me the benefit of doubt? Who do you think you are? What gave you the idea you had the right to doubt me? Screw you. I replied to their questions in my typical sarcastic tone. They probably realised, but they couldn't do anything. "What time do you have to go to the library?" "Seven thirty." Pro tip: I am not a moron.
If none of you morons realised, I have a pretty good track record for everything other than homework. For 2006, I got Gold for SMO Junior, and for last year I got Silver for both SMO Senior and Open, and Silver for SJPO. And for 2006, me and Douglas were among the fastest in the sudoku contest, and fastest for the then Y1s. (If memory serves, we were the fastest across the 4 levels.) That's not all, although that's all I can remember. I've consistently gotten As for maths modules. I got A or A+ for Logic in 2007. And you're under the opinion that I suck and am a moron and cannot think logically just based on the fact that I completely suck at anything that's not mathematics. You suck.
Y'know what? I'm going to use the benefit-of-doubt trick to assume that they were all under the influence, and I was nice enough not to report them to the police; given that they were under the influence, they had mistakenly included my name in the list. Yeah. That makes sense right?
Or maybe I'll just bring my laptop with me and play TypeRacer in the library. We'll see what they can do.
Oh wait. Let's think a bit more. I couldn't even go to the library at 3+ pm; at then I was wearing a polo tee (mind you, not the PE shirt) with the PE shorts. Just because the librarian said the PE uniform wasn't allowed. Hey, guess what? The shorts were from yesterday. They're about as clean as the insides of my bag. And I've been wearing PE uniform to the library since Y1. I think this is the fault of the fat DM. He's awful. So anyway. If by that token I wasn't allowed in then, why should I be allowed in now? And I had the run before dinner, meaning that my clothes were soaked with sweat. (And I bathed after dinner; I finished dinner at around 7:40 pm.) If the issue's about the clothes, I hadn't changed my clothes yet, so I shouldn't go in. In fact, iirc, the librarian said "change your clothes first". I hadn't, so I shouldn't bother going to the library.
It doesn't matter what you think. It's what I think that matters. This is about me. This blog is mine. Screw you. I don't need to hear your hypocritical opinions.
At this rate, the school will make me insane. And I have no choice. (I'm writing this with the last few bits of my sanity.)
Bonus chatter: if you treat my standard of English as being equivalent to the lousier foreign scholars in their earlier years, screw you. My command of language is better than theirs. I didn't pay to come to this school to endure humiliation from bastards who don't even know me. Get this straight: we, the students, are providing your salaries. We're paying you to teach us, not humiliate us or hurl incorrect accusations.
PS: All through the school network. And if the school contacts Google and Google decides to take this blog post down, it's the last straw. I'm not taking any more of this nonsense. I'm going to have a nice talk with the DM and/or Dr. Hang.
Okay, now I'm really raging. Turns out I got arrowed for compulsory study time. Not that I'm going for it. See the e-mail they sent. And also the stuff I wrote there. At then I was still kind of quite full of rage so I didn't bother posting here until after 50 rounds of TypeRacer to diffuse my rage. Hostel network is shit. I repeat this again. (Mentioned before at least twice, so this isn't wrong.)
What the hell. Seriously. My skin could turn green. And their preferred method of contacting me was through Ben's phone. What the hell. I hate speaking through phones. Unless I really have to (out of desperation or whatever), I won't. I repeat: I hate speaking through phones. I don't know, but the school never picked up on the fact that the dozen times or so they called my phone I never picked up. (Unintentional lousy pun there.)
Okay. So they sent me an e-mail. Yeah. So what? I saw the message, dismissed it as irrelevant, and just moved on. That isn't a lame excuse; for at least 2 times some teacher(s) have sent some message that applied only to a few select students to everybody in the level. (Iirc this teacher was Mrs. Soong.) I'm not blaming that teacher. I'm blaming the 'tards who imposed that I must have compulsory study time.
So now, here I am, raging and still with pain in my right foot. Shit.
So after I picked up the call, not quite clearly hearing what the moron on the other side was saying, I went down. I went to the office. I asked around. Apparently, they think it's my problem I didn't go for the compulsory study time, so they're not bothering to guide me appropriately.
Then there was this bastard I was directed to who said (something like) "I'll give you the benefit of doubt", in reply to my (true) statement that I was completely unaware I had CST, and that my phone went dry yesterday. You know what? Giving me the benefit of doubt? Who do you think you are? What gave you the idea you had the right to doubt me? Screw you. I replied to their questions in my typical sarcastic tone. They probably realised, but they couldn't do anything. "What time do you have to go to the library?" "Seven thirty." Pro tip: I am not a moron.
If none of you morons realised, I have a pretty good track record for everything other than homework. For 2006, I got Gold for SMO Junior, and for last year I got Silver for both SMO Senior and Open, and Silver for SJPO. And for 2006, me and Douglas were among the fastest in the sudoku contest, and fastest for the then Y1s. (If memory serves, we were the fastest across the 4 levels.) That's not all, although that's all I can remember. I've consistently gotten As for maths modules. I got A or A+ for Logic in 2007. And you're under the opinion that I suck and am a moron and cannot think logically just based on the fact that I completely suck at anything that's not mathematics. You suck.
Y'know what? I'm going to use the benefit-of-doubt trick to assume that they were all under the influence, and I was nice enough not to report them to the police; given that they were under the influence, they had mistakenly included my name in the list. Yeah. That makes sense right?
Or maybe I'll just bring my laptop with me and play TypeRacer in the library. We'll see what they can do.
Oh wait. Let's think a bit more. I couldn't even go to the library at 3+ pm; at then I was wearing a polo tee (mind you, not the PE shirt) with the PE shorts. Just because the librarian said the PE uniform wasn't allowed. Hey, guess what? The shorts were from yesterday. They're about as clean as the insides of my bag. And I've been wearing PE uniform to the library since Y1. I think this is the fault of the fat DM. He's awful. So anyway. If by that token I wasn't allowed in then, why should I be allowed in now? And I had the run before dinner, meaning that my clothes were soaked with sweat. (And I bathed after dinner; I finished dinner at around 7:40 pm.) If the issue's about the clothes, I hadn't changed my clothes yet, so I shouldn't go in. In fact, iirc, the librarian said "change your clothes first". I hadn't, so I shouldn't bother going to the library.
It doesn't matter what you think. It's what I think that matters. This is about me. This blog is mine. Screw you. I don't need to hear your hypocritical opinions.
At this rate, the school will make me insane. And I have no choice. (I'm writing this with the last few bits of my sanity.)
Bonus chatter: if you treat my standard of English as being equivalent to the lousier foreign scholars in their earlier years, screw you. My command of language is better than theirs. I didn't pay to come to this school to endure humiliation from bastards who don't even know me. Get this straight: we, the students, are providing your salaries. We're paying you to teach us, not humiliate us or hurl incorrect accusations.
PS: All through the school network. And if the school contacts Google and Google decides to take this blog post down, it's the last straw. I'm not taking any more of this nonsense. I'm going to have a nice talk with the DM and/or Dr. Hang.
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