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My Dear Blog
I see thine precious face after a long lapse of time... :P
Sorry for not updating despite poisson's nearly constant nudgings.. I have been reading quite a few things..
Firstly, I read A Man Named Dave. At times I felt the writer was making too much of an effort.. that it's all sorta..umm.. contrived.. But I don't think I didn't like it... it basically is a story of a person who survives vicious abuse as a child.. and what i really liked about it is the inspiration part.. there are many, many kids who are abused.. or, at least, maltreated... by their parents, extended family, teachers and so many other people (God, kids are soo vulnerable.. I wish they were not.. or, I wish there was something I could do to protect them... ) and by reading Dave Pelzer's books, if nothing else, they can at least say 'If Dave did it, so can I'....
I just started reading Atlas Shrugged this morning.. before that I was reading Sophie's World but stopped for no real reason...
hmmm.. besides that I made jam tarts... ok, ok, I made them really long ago (i.e. before starting this blog, I think).... but I plan on making them again...
Oh, and I went out with poisson and one other friend.. for poisson's birthday....sadly, one of my friends could not come even though SHE was the one who planned it all out! However, I had a lottt of fun.. really, really enjoyed it
I think that's all for the update, for now.. take care
'TIS Francais (no pun intended)
Ianthe, AA, and I shared only one class (apart from english); french. and I must admit, both of these were the most colourful classes of our two years in the school. started from my first week when AA wrote Je porte un jupe quand je me couche (I wear a skirt when i sleep), thinking jupe actually means a jumper, and to our last french cramming session, when we tried to read an extremely confusing french story and had to repeatedly tell each other that a boa is a snake.
Not unusual for our school, after finding out that a month before our final exams, our bio/chem/physics/math syllabus is incomplete, I took the daring step of going through the french syllabus. Again, nothing new, that our french course was also left unfinished. One of the tasks that we were suppose to know was writing a recipe in french and I kept on asking the three out of six of my classmates to practice writing the recipe. AA and I did go over a french "recette" website we found online, however, unable to write it. When it was time for our french paper two (the writing part, paper one is the reading part), I was going through the french clothing, so I went a little late. Before leaving the library I had announced to all my french class mates that "Just you watch, there WILL be a recipe and we all will be looking at each others faces." Let me tell you in paper two section A, we have to do one of the questions. As soon as I walked in and opened my exam booklet, there it was, glaring at me with its neglected eyes. Ecrivez une recette. Write a recipe. I banged my table and looked around, they all had a smile on their face.
I felt like saying, EXCUSE MOI, NOW WHATEY POI? (AA's had made us all burst into laughter the other day when he exclaimed 'excuse moi, writey poi' [which means nothing at all. but him and his rhyming "ability"] when me and Ianthe were busy chatting about something, ) But thankfully, we had gone through clothing, and this time made sure that AA knew JUPE IS NOT A JUMPER.
Not unusual for our school, after finding out that a month before our final exams, our bio/chem/physics/math syllabus is incomplete, I took the daring step of going through the french syllabus. Again, nothing new, that our french course was also left unfinished. One of the tasks that we were suppose to know was writing a recipe in french and I kept on asking the three out of six of my classmates to practice writing the recipe. AA and I did go over a french "recette" website we found online, however, unable to write it. When it was time for our french paper two (the writing part, paper one is the reading part), I was going through the french clothing, so I went a little late. Before leaving the library I had announced to all my french class mates that "Just you watch, there WILL be a recipe and we all will be looking at each others faces." Let me tell you in paper two section A, we have to do one of the questions. As soon as I walked in and opened my exam booklet, there it was, glaring at me with its neglected eyes. Ecrivez une recette. Write a recipe. I banged my table and looked around, they all had a smile on their face.
I felt like saying, EXCUSE MOI, NOW WHATEY POI? (AA's had made us all burst into laughter the other day when he exclaimed 'excuse moi, writey poi' [which means nothing at all. but him and his rhyming "ability"] when me and Ianthe were busy chatting about something, ) But thankfully, we had gone through clothing, and this time made sure that AA knew JUPE IS NOT A JUMPER.
inspiration
there's nothing like peeking in a little kid's mind. it's so refreshing. their creativity, their enthusiasm, their energy; all are just so inspiring. i'm working at a summer camp, and i have to look after 5-8 year olds. each one of them is so different than the other, that it makes you wonder how they'll be after 10 years. i just graduated from high school, and these little angels have a whole school life ahead of them.
back to the point, i never thought one of them, a five year old, would serve as a ray of inspiration in my life. she is like those know-it-alls in high that do know and have everything, and act just so. she spends extra extra time in each of her masterpieces, whether it is colouring a page or making a spider. she knows she has to wear sunglasses when swimming, and she knows she has two swimming costumes one of which is really tight and the other too loose for ther tiny body. she remembers her 3 year old brother's concert long long time ago who acted as a horse in a nursery rhyme. and when she is having difficulty doing something and you offer help, she knows how to say a firm NO! "i can do it."
one of the most clever things she has done, and i have seen a child do is the way she reads a book. she picks a book from the library that she already has read at home. then, because she knows the story already, by looking at the pictures, makes up the sentences as she goes but all the way pretending that she's reading it. what she is reading is ofcourse wrong, but the story is ofcourse correct.
back to the point, i never thought one of them, a five year old, would serve as a ray of inspiration in my life. she is like those know-it-alls in high that do know and have everything, and act just so. she spends extra extra time in each of her masterpieces, whether it is colouring a page or making a spider. she knows she has to wear sunglasses when swimming, and she knows she has two swimming costumes one of which is really tight and the other too loose for ther tiny body. she remembers her 3 year old brother's concert long long time ago who acted as a horse in a nursery rhyme. and when she is having difficulty doing something and you offer help, she knows how to say a firm NO! "i can do it."
one of the most clever things she has done, and i have seen a child do is the way she reads a book. she picks a book from the library that she already has read at home. then, because she knows the story already, by looking at the pictures, makes up the sentences as she goes but all the way pretending that she's reading it. what she is reading is ofcourse wrong, but the story is ofcourse correct.
I said we are going to have our Graduation Ceremony on the 30th
... let's talk about it first.
It was like having a sample, sneak-peak at our class. Anyone who could enter the ante-room where we were before the whole ceremony started could have known all about us and about our the past two years of our lives during that 1 hour.
Ive made a list of the highlights here:
- First Sn forgot the song she had to bring (Graduation-Vitamin C, I believe)
- Then Hn got the song but because of the 'mixed signals'* she had had the previous day (ooh, I am soo angry) she got a USB
- Mr TM, as always, chose to remember the signal that was not followed... I was about to write sooo, sooo much more but somewhere along the road my parents had taught me not to backbite... so I am stopping here..
- UB1 was going around being the annoying guy.. and Hn said what she had said too many times in the past two years.. maira tumhara koi mazaq hai?
- UB2 came late
- Sn had problem finding a good, matching scarf
- Some people wore sneakers with their suit.
- Half of the people wore tie-less suits (this and the one above are comments I heard floating around.. so I don't take responsibility for their authenticity)
- M,Q got really mad at Mr. TM saying rude stuff
- Mr. TM tried to cover it up
- The ceremony was very disorganized... more like a last minute thing, I believe.. We did not have a Chief Guest.. not, as the parents were told, because the country needs the leaders more than a stupid grad ceremony.. but because the person responsible for it FORGOT ABOUT it... or did not care about it... Also the person who traditionally gives out the prizes was not there... most prolly (ok, I m being negative and badgumaan here..) because who can come on a day's notice...
- AA was chewing gum.
- People booed when their behated (I think I get credit for making this word) person gave a speech.
- Someone forgot someone (though all their lives they were supposed to be best of friends) in their speech.
- Some people couldn't get over praising some people and then taking the credit for it.
- People said AAG was crying.. and said other stupid stuff like c'mon AAG you should stand up and clap
- Fas was "embarrassed" when we were going up the hall.. and he told a random person to join the line of graduates and not shy about it.. lol.. and he felt someone looked like a "lecturaar" and like a "bookworm" in her graduates' attire :P
- Oh, and before I forget, people were fighting!
I understand why you can't believe it.. but, sadly, it's the truth!
Ok, you know what, I am not always as cynical/pessimistic.. (Did I tell you it was at this school that I met the most cynicalest woman ever) I really am not much of a complainer..In fact, most of the things here are what, for me, are the things that makes the whole experience so special and unique.. I mean, it's common to come across normal people.. but not many people have the privilege of belonging to a class of eccentrics. For one, I would never have had any juicy gossip to share with my sister... especially about Fas :D
So, I was saying that I actually enjoyed the whole ceremony because none of us had put up any pretenses just because it was the last day of our being together.. no one was fake (wink)..
The only thing that makes me mad is the 'mixed signals' thing. Ok, the thing is that I was working with Mr. TM on some project and he would give me a hundred different instructions... you know how you talk about different possibilities such as we could get it done this way, or that way, or that these ways etc.... Then, when I ended up doing my task 'this way' he would create a storm about why the work wasn't done that way... get it?
and to prove my point.. I will be write another piece soon!
Till then,
cya!
Lemme Tell You About Us (Part 2)
You might be thinking why in the world the teacher has her psychology class in the ICT Lab, especially when the lab is supposed to belong to the entire school and not just the Diploma candidates.
Let me explain it:
It all started when our school decided to increase the number of classes but forgot to add to the number classrooms. Eventually, they decided to convert the, so called, Students Lounge into the Principal's Office. But to no avail, as other rooms were taken up what would later be known as DF Office (as stupid as it can get, DF stands for a person's name) and Teachers' Lounge.
After a year the powers-that-be (actually take out the 's' when you read it) realized that they can't create more space by constantly taking down old walls and building new ones. This shocking news resulted in adding of a new story. Now, the second story had two rooms one was for the Visual Arts and the other for Group 2.
Did it solve the problem.. not really because, already, the Visual Arts classes used to be held on the rooftop and the Group 2 classes were held in the DF Office....
It's confusing? I will drop the issue here.. it's a long, sad, endless story.. the tragedy of our school.
Well, not really... the tragedy is something else... the above mentioned story is just the offshoot, the resultant of 'the tragedy'. I'll talk about it later. I am still too angry to think about it... let alone pen/type it down..
Keep a watchout for more on Lemme Tell You About US
