Traumatic day.

There were alot of unfortunate happenings today in my life. Not that today was the worst, but I do have to say that it still made my day miserable. It started off with the Social Studies level test we had. To finish up three SBQ questions in fourty-five minutes- Mr.Aljunied said that they were already very generous with the time given, but I still think that they were rather stingy. Maybe it is because that I have not gotten used to write long long essays fast in a long time; I eventually gave up on my neat handwriting halfway through the test and started to scribble as much words as I could to answer the questions- to obtain the maximum marks I could get. The last question was the one which triggered my atrocious writing to be revealed- it is the question which carried the most marks, the question that will show the difference between a A1 to a B4 student and it was a question that I do NOT know how to answer.

Note: I do NOT know how to answer.

Even if I had gotten the other two questions correct with full marks, which I doubt so, I would at most acheive 61%. Which is not going to be pretty when result slips are given out. Dread that very day. But on the other hand, Mr.Aljunied, finally noticing that the his classes are going to do real badly for the level test, tried to save us by giving us "bonus marks". The ultimate results aren't released yet, which would be anticipating. Luckily there's still this angelish side of him, or else I would not know what to do. Suicide? Naw, that's too stupid.

The next horrifiying event would be right after PE. When news leaked out that we are to change into our school uniforms by the end of our recesses and Mdm Tan finds Mr. Sng to finalise it. All hell broke lose. Mdm Tan, looking ever so sternly, went to our class in the midst of her own lesson, just to tell us about it- that we would be sent to the bluerooms if we hadn't change after recess and she saw it. She is one who would follow the rules very closely, so I doubt that any chances would be given. Oh poopie. Have to change into uniforms with our on-going sweating bodies now, gross. Why just can't they be flexible with it? Geez. They just have to add up to my to-do-list. What a drag...

And the final thing which is the worst of the worst, happened to me when I hang out with my choir-clique at park after the sectionals. We loitered around the playground area and was pla ying around when Luigi gave me a challenge, "how long can you stand, holding on to this thing?" Well, I am not exactly sure what it is called, but I do know that it is a pole that is stucked perpendicularly to the ground and that it has a small circular platform at the lower region of the pole to allow legs to be placed there. So to play that thing, all you have to do is to stand on the platform and hold on to the pole, and let the others spin you around.

And yes, I stupidly took the dare and stand on that torture tool and he started to spin me. It was only after a few rounds when I started to feel dizzy all over and the force around me threatened to swing me away. I grabbed hold of the pole as tightly as possible and closed my eyes forcefully and shouted them to stop. As soon as they stopped pushing, the world around me didnt seemed to turn better. Instead, it was the same as before, spinning and spinning and spinning. Unknowningly, I dropped to the floor, while still holding to that pole as if it would save my life. And of course, I even have this strong ugre to fall to the ground when I tilted my body alittle, but I fought it back. I was regaining abit of the control of myself then, but still, my body felt so heavy then, it was so scary. I tried to hold my position for a short short while before attempting to move again. The second try was easier and I was back to my feet, though supporting myself by holding on to to things. The earth didn't stopped moving though, it was as if I was a drunk man. I rested for awhile and I started being normal again. And that's the last time I would play that thing again with friends pushing me, I think.