4 Bakawali Class Diary

 Third Entry for the Twenty Fifth of March, 2002
 Penned by Keen
 Today is Monday, in case you are wondering.

 I always feel strange whenever I walk into the hall during assembly. Mainly because... I liked it when I used to sit around at the back. Now I've no choice but to brave it out in front. Not that I don't like it, I enjoy my time out there, I like being in front, listening to Awang call me Gay Dope, while Raimi thinks of ways to have it anal with me. Anyway, I'd like to emphasize on the school song. To be frank, I abhor it. To me, it's an insult to what I believe, but then, what I believe in is a mockery of the country's principles, namely, 'Believe in God', but then, I believe that that line only applies to... the Malays? No that I'm blaming them of anything anyway... Back to the point, I didn't sing the song. I am boycotting it, but no one cares. Darn it. So we skip writing about assembly, where at most I just rushed off the get out of the hall before Thong did, haha... but then my clas was so daft as to have half come with me, and half stay behind. *Sigh*. Anyway, back in class, the Math's teacher, Mrs. Lim(Lai, to those who still don't know, but who doesn't?) gave us a math test on Set. Hey, no problem. I just screwed up and forgot to answer the last question. Stupid, stupid boy. After that, we STILL didn't get our maths paper. On the brighter side, I managed to talk, a BIT, with my assistant, who has yet to say a word to me(only wrote down stuff on paper when she needed me), and help me get some books over to a teacher's table.

After wandering out of the teacher's lounge(carrying yet even more books back to class) and back into class, we had two periods of BM, which, today being Monday, was the day for working on the Literature Component. Nothing too interesting here... the class split itself into several teams, and worked on specific parts of certain stories or poems. I had the good luck of working with Zulhaikal, Jayeson, Elia, Lee and Shamini. Good being that I had Elia write down the notes, and Lee having the almighty book with the answers. Zul and Jayeson were there for comic relief. Shamini... was useless. And later when we had to spread our 'gospel' on the part we studied, I had to go up and be an ass with my limited Malay. After all that hubub, Malay class ended.

And now... the much awaited recess... I swear, nothing interesting happened here. Everyone congregated at their separate areas, and I just stuck around in mine (well... screw emphasis on recess).

After recess, we throttled ourselves over to the physics lab and did an experiment on... movement? Can't remember what it was called. But we just had fun moving a model around, and drop plasticin all over the place. Nothing funny/interesting happened here. So onwards ho, to moral. During it, we were questioned about all the values we've learned so far. Well, most of us anyway. After that, we were left to do the work the teacher passed us. And then... school ended. Yay, hooray. Oh bloody hell.

 Second Entry for the Twenty Third of March, 2002
 Penned by Keen
 Today is Saturday, in case you are wondering.

 As I typed these words in, I wonder, whether I really should have been the stupid fool to say I want the job as monitor,class flogger, writer, and website monkey. Anyway, as I walked into class this morning, it was deathly quiet. So I thought to myself as I gripped my bag, "It's deathly quiet". After sitting my ass down, I noticed something I forgot when I briefed Presaad last night. There was homework. So I pulled my pants up, drew out my maths book, and burned the blubber oil, working on set before the day started.
 Sometimes I wonder, why do I even write this. I'm playing pool right now with two other fools, and my split concentration is not helping me win games. No matter. first period... BM. Screw that subject man, I actually failed it. I forgot what exactly happened there man. I was just a gay dope. Early in the morning I never get to think straight. After that, we toiled on through Moral, English... and Add maths. Surprisingly, I actually understood for once, what the hell the teacher was teaching. So for once in my life, I enjoyed Add Maths. On a lighter note, one where I enjoy myself while not learning, I and Adam played around with Presaad's broken... or holey, rather, bottle, and sprayed Chau all over with water. Screw it. That's not interesting.
 During recess... stuff happened, but I trust the 4A diary covered it.
Dropping into History, I got the first subject in this God forsaken test where I passed with 42%. Anyway, I hate to write more, so I cut it short. Maths was boring. Nuf' said.

 Second Entry for the Twenty Second of March, 2002
 Penned by Keen
 Today is Friday, in case you are wondering.

 For starters, I really wished that there was more to the start of a Friday morning, but it's always the same. I come in through the front door, and ponder life while taking my seat. Anyway, as I slogged in my seat, I worked out some equations for Add maths, with the stuff I finally learnt from the previous lessons. Soon, the Biology teacher came in. I wasn't paying much attention to everything around me, soon I realised when I turned left, that Presaad wasn't wearing his usual bandage, and left his arm wound open. Eeeeewwwwwww. So like, during biology, we were receiving our papers, and thankfully, I passed. Soon after, I wrote out my results on a spare name list I had, and soon started collecting the marks from everyone I came across... and then Isaac continued on for me. And then we realised how much I sucked ass in total, and that we have unexectedly smarter than thought ppl.
 Screw biology. Nothing interesting happened then. In English rather... again nothing happened. The teacher droned on about "Si Tenggang's Homecoming". I couldn't be bothered. The meaning of this? The teacher sucks at teaching and English has finally become a boring subject.
 I propped my ass to carry off some papers and books that needed sending over to the teacher's lounge. Once back, as noted by Khor, I faced a serious case of PMS. Well, I just had a bad feeling today, so I had to sulk through it. Especially since I couldn't illicit much from someone I tried to talk to. I retired back to class soon.
 During add maths, I exchanged places with Nazman, one table ahead of me, and realised that from his position, I could actually understand what the teacher is teaching. So from now on, I plan to sit on his seat for the rest of the year.
 Moving on to chemistry, I couldn't understand why is it chaos always ensues at the back of the class when I and Isaac consult the teacher up front. We just move up to question the teacher, and then it's as if those fellows at the back of the class grew another mouth. Screw this subject as well. I've yet to receive my papers on this. Or english as well.

 First Entry for the Eigth of March, 2002
 Penned by Keen
 Today is Friday, in case you are wondering.