(like my new accessory? Me like )So i've been meaning to blog for quite some time now.
And i guess this is me finally getting round to it.
I've been looking at my previous posts and i realized i never spoken about my class
(4 Jasmin)Fact ; I really do like my class.I cant put my finger on exactly why that is.
But i feel so comfortable and at home with them
Its just such a pleasure to be around them.
I feel bubbly and happy with them.
despite there being the only 2 people i hate in the entire school. universe.
(besides rapist and mass-murderers. or murderers in general of course)
despite there being the lamest people i've ever had to endure.
despite there being the lousiest teachers i've ever encountered in my 16 years of living.I have never felt this way about any of the classes i've been too
(excluding primary school of course, i had the most genuine insanely happy childhood a girl could wish for)till now.
Main point is.
I LIKE MY CLASS. I GENUINELY LIKE IT.However ...fact ; the teachers i have is absolutely and unmistakeably dreadful.
I just get so frustrated.
WHY? Cant they assign us proper teachers?
WHY?Sigh.It's been a whole month now, give and take.
And i feel like i barely learned anything.
It annoys me to no end.
I have
NEVER had such bad teachers
ALL AT ONCE.And trust me, i've been through my fair share of bad teachers.
Moving on to more pleasant things,
(Just talking about teachers makes me frustrated all over again)I proudly present my album cover
(of the scrap book my sis and i are making) to my little tigers.
(my triplet cousins)
*pun intended in the picture.I am rather proud if i say so myself :')
Started on an entirely blank canvas on Photoshop.
So yes,
despite the ugly emotional crisis i've been going through this sad sad year.
I am still alive and smiling as wide as i can.
Even though, im about as unhappy as a pimply backside.
Everything's wrong,
i feel like we ended something we never started.