Currently reading: Sidney Sheldon's Rage of Angels
So like I am starting to REALLY be annoyed with Yang Lao Shi. Somehow, just 'cause she's 3e4's chinese teacher, she thinks she has the right to go yelling at us whenever, wherever she feels like. For example, Take the City Walk. We were right there in the crowd, being happy and all, and she just HAD to come harriedly over, and start yelling. As usual. She kept asking us to move. We were like in twos in our class and she just started telling us to move. Real loud.
Real loud. So that we were forced to cast furtive glances around to make sure no one recognized us before we plunged into the crowd. And somehow she managed to find us AGAIN and start shooting her mouth off AGAIN. And this whole scene was in public! At the Padang! Where anyone could see!
Needless to say, she ruined the whole mood that morning, and our spirits were only restored when we went to see Mrs Zane Tye's adorable little son.
And yesterday, Yang Meh Meh struck again. Ms Caroline was reprimanding the noisy people in her class and she asked me to stay back, and Jane &Co were waiting outside the classroom. And Ms Caroline gave us the worksheets and then continued chiding the students. And we made our way to the hall. Notably late. And when we got there, everyone was sitting down and dear old Safety Pin was addressing the school. Dear me. So we made our way to our class. And found ourselves places to sit.
Everything was going fine until the most annoying MehMeh came and started trying to rearrange our class. She shuffled Susie, ("Xiao Xi! HERE!" and Susie refused to move until MEHMEH's voice reached blasting point) Mel, Jane, Char and I around. And we were like, wah lau, lao shi... And she said, "Who ask you to be late!" and of course, refusing to be misunderstood, we were all, "Ms Chan asked us to stay behind what!" She either pretended not to hear or was shouting too loud to hear.
SIGH. Why must 3e4 have such a horrible fate? Why has the school foisted such a insistingly dominant teacher upon us?
All I can say is, don't blame me if I suddenly lose my cool when she's shouting at us and start shouting at her. I'll prolly go berserk one of these days and do just that.
Lynette: Soooo. What do you want for your birthday!
Me: E*****.
Lynette: ...
-Finito.
