Wasting Time

February 14, 2008
Mood: bored

I just finished a math test, and am sitting right outside the classroom. The hallway is silent. If it weren't for the lights, I'd say it was kinda spooky. I enjoy watching the people in my math class go out one by one. I don't know why.

I have 20 minutes to spare until the break. So I guess I should say I have 35 minutes before gym class.

I am bored.

Ah, I just noticed, it's le Valentines Day. Thankfully they haven't made such a big deal of it here at school. In my old school of elementary days, we had to make blasted paper cut-outs of the diapered angel dude floating around shooting people with his potent arrows.

I am seriously bored.

I don't want to have gym today. But hey, I *never* want to have gym. But I have to, sadly.

Oh wow! One more application request on Facebook and I can finally use the "ignore all" button again! Hurrah! This is the one time that I actually want someone to send me an app. request. xD

We saw a movie today in English class - "Rabbit-Proof Fence". It was about 3 Australian Aboriginal children who were forcibly taken from their mothers and brought to one of them settlements.

Allow me to say now that I absolutely, relentlessly, irrevocably HATE our ancestors.

Or wait.

I like the Greeks. Love them to death (no pun..). I like the Romans too. And the Egyptians. Fine then! So I don't hate them. But I disapprove strongly of their utter ignorance.

I'm learning more and more of the atrocities committed by the white people in the past. Of course rage bubbles over me, and then it quickly turns into despair. What can I do? Those people are already dead. The people they treated wrongly are also dead. Descendants from both parts only have a vague idea of the injustices their forefathers dealt with. What else is there to do but move on and ensure that the evils of the past will not happen again.

There are noises from the other room. Are people arguing?

I'm eavesdropping.

But it sounds more like enthusiastic class environment. Bahh...

What was I saying now?

Oh. That. Well yeah, really. I'm done.

10 minutes until break. I better find some other place to sit, otherwise I'll be trampled alive!!

I better go. People are starting to pour out into the hallway. I must look like a tramp sitting here... er, a tramp-beggar, not a tramp in the Irish sort of way.

Ciao.

And do not kill the flowers!! Leave them be and keep the chocolates for yourself!