I hate people. I really do not like people. At all. People have emotions and thoughts and opinions and ideas and perceptions and expectations, and all that is plain irritating. Yes this is another one of my pointless rants about how the world is better off without people – yes see, I did not specify bad people, or annoying people, or inadequate people, but PEOPLE IN GENERAL. I am so so frustrated and infuriated.

Been ploughing through lit logsheets again and growing increasingly mad at some people. Really, why do I even care when no one does? Why don't we all just mess this all up and you know, who cares? Obviously you don't, and you don't, and yes you too. So WHY DO YOU CARE? Why are you so stupid? So what if those logs are filled? So what is that stupid text is all highlighted and flagged? Are you going to get an A just based on all this – let me break it to you, HELL NOOOOO. SO WHY DO YOU EVEN TRY.

Comes to the point when the F word and your middle finger really just answers everything. Bitter and jaded and weary and simply sick of all this nonsense.

Alone and loveless here, with just the girl in the mirror
Just her and me – The Wicked Witch of the East

As we make our way down this road of Life, why must there be those instances when you feel like no one understands? No one understands you, no one understands what you do, no one understands why you do what you do. To feel so small and so insignificant, for no one is able to perceive what you truly want to exhibit. That horrid realisation of having no one to turn to, to feel so pathetically entrapped in your own mentally constructed fortified palace of negativity.

Why must we be forced to dissemble? To learn to hide, conceal, camouflage; to mask our identity, our entity; to go about living behind a facade, a permanent mask. At times we live so so long behind and under such a terribly artificial guise that we forget our fundamental being and we lose track of our raw ipseity. For one, growing up we strive to shy away from what is rejected by social norms, to bend ourselves to conform with what is well-received. How long does it take to outgrow this boundless sense of insecurity and the bugging feeling that one has to live up to the status quo?

Why must we be so afraid of who we reveal what to? To live in such an absurd amount of trepidation; to worry endlessly and futilely. Is it possible for one to live free from the fear of being judged? For being unrightfully scorned upon by another individual - a stranger or a friend. How do you characterise who knows you and who does not? How do you quantify emotion and relation and interaction? Weary of living a life inundated in doubt, and perpetually suppressed under the hand of cowardice.

Why must we be subjected to periods of feeling so lost? Feeling your way through a dark empty tunnel, with diminishing hope of finding light. Or even more tragically, watching as the last traces of luminosity fade into sheer darkness; reminiscent to a heavy wispy fog descending, bringing about a palpable sense of unease and anxiety in tow.

Why must we be a part of a society degraded in terms of compassion; a world where currency overrules our sense of reason and is intent in blindly us extensively, yet is not valuable enough to buy time or care or love? So many a time the almost unfathomable ugliness of human nature brews and billows under wraps, manifesting in ungracious deeds and thoughtless words. People do not think at times, or they do not think enough; that lack of thought-process before speaking or acting can be wholly damaging, to the extent of which nothing can be done to compensate for the wrong committed or to plug the holes after they have been created.

Why must we struggle with imperfection in our ceaseless pursuit for perfection? If the choice had been to make the world thoroughly perfect or imperfect, why was the decision the latter? Will life be easier if everything was rosy and flawless and whole? Perhaps not. But we will never know, for we are simply expected to comply to life as it is, moulded by warped opinions, and misshapen perceptions, and diverging perspectives.

Why must we live through pain and sorrow? Why is there grief? Why is there suffering? There are too many contributing to the abundance of pain and sorrow than those eradicating it. It is morbidly intriguing how the purest and kindest of hearts leave too soon, yet those vile and twisted seem to thrive eternally. Has karma truly been thrown away to the wind? Perhaps the good indeed do rightfully earn themselves the golden ticket away to a better place sooner. 

Why must we fight for love? We try so hard to typify and quantify love and at the end of the day, there never seems to be enough to go around. For those who go about still feeling so unloved and uncared for, resulting in a lack of reciprocation for the tiny bit they receive, because it is simply neither enough to substantiate the fact that others care nor enough to bring about content. For those who know some where out there someone cares for them, but are just unable to feel it regardless of how they try. For those who try so hard to find and fight for love with so ambiguous a definition of it that they do not know exactly what they are plundering for. Unequivocal love against equivocal love. Selfless love against selfish love.

I hate it when people start going on with all the nonsense of feeling so down, or so alone, or how life is such a pain, or how they just lack the will to continue – I hate it, I honestly honestly thoroughly hate it. But what I hate more is, as ironic as it may be, how I get it so much too. I want to get over and get out of it. I want to stop. As much as I  despise myself for it, sometimes I so desperately feel the need for an ounce of sympathy. I do not understand why we have to feel down, I do not understand why I feel down. There are so many things I do not understand, do not comprehend. Putting aside those moments of being overly demanding or overly accusatory, it is tough to expect someone else to understand when even you alone cannot.

Being alive is tough. There are too many questions with too few answers.

Careful the things you say, children will listen
Careful the things you do, children will see and learn
Children may not obey, but children will listen
Children will look to you, for which way to turn, to learn what to be
Careful before you say, listen to me. Children will listen.

Drowning in a tsunami of assignments; floundering in a pool of worries and desperation. History is repeating itself – this is an uncannily similar reflection of what happened last year in term 2. Mountains of backload work and a crazy avalanche of new ones, coupled with the whole slew of tests which I would very much want to do well in.

As much as I feel super done in, I am trying very hard to convince myself that I AM NOT STRESSED. I know that if I don't, those (weird) anxiety attack things will strike once again, with those scary spaces of time spent in seemingly depressed states. This is not particularly desirable straight after weeks of moodiness. The last thing I need is another one of those 'pick one: knife or cake' dilemmas again to feel better.

Sometimes I really don't know why I do this to myself. Why can't I be prompt with my work and with my revision? It will save much stressing out and perpetually eradicate the root cause of this vexation.

Ok no use getting mad at myself at this point. Just very struck today by the sudden realisation of the insane workload I have. Returning from a 'long' weekend, there has been much expectation from teachers for work to be completed and turned in, and for files to be in tip top condition, and turned in, as well. Well can we just face it right now, ONE EXTRA DAY HAS NOT BEEN ENOUGH TO CLEAR ALL THAT WORK! (esp when you have a bimbo friend celebrating her 16th birthday and you have to see to her stupid gift toooo ugh! – side note: very happy that pei ling loved the gift, all that money sweat time and effort! side side note: in fact, I even skipped her party to stay at home to clear assignments! booo!) 

I've just been all nerves today feeling incredibly perturbed and bugged by the amount of stuff I still have to get down to. What more, the Lit test and Chem test are next week (emaths too!), and really want to do well for this 2 especially. But how is that going to be possible, if I barely have anything to sit down and consolidate and revise? (bwahahha and I'm sitting her typing this, smart move vanessa!)

But I know I will get down to it all eventually, after I seethe and vent and wallow in a horrid mix of self-pity and self-hatred and self-annoyance. I should get down to my R&J essay plans, and need to sought out that unseen poem too (group work has zero benefits when your partner is just as weak as you at the subject! shall plead mrs fern for help!) Today shall be a very LIT night (I don't mind I like lit) although I know I am going to hate myself for doing this at some point considering the amount of Amaths assignments that need to be done as well as all the SPA skill 3 worksheets, and not forgetting geog! Oh welllll...

Unmotivated. Disorganised. Lack of focus. Lack of discipline.
ok I AM STRESSSEEEDDDD.

Have put aside writing for quite a while now; writing makes me think, and more often than not, it makes me over-think. Lately especially, I have been trying to avoid any thing that might lead me to doing so (over-thinking I mean), hence the writing hiatus once again I guess.

For one, I have been falling prey to that sinister I-feel-like-curling-up-into-a-ball-in-bed-and-wallowing-in-self-pity-because-the-whole-world-doesn't-give-a-care bug a lot in the past few weeks – it is terrible. It is as though all else has to stop in the face of turbulent emotions. Not very helpful and increasingly hinders productivity. It is a little peculiar, and frustrating, for I am not the type to enter  emo-phases frequently, much less to the point that it is a norm (or at least that's what I think). In fact, as much as I might subject myself to periods of self-deprecation once in a while, I have never been very much caught in the web of prolonged unhappiness.

Regardless, it has been a rough couple of weeks at late. It's just floundering amidst a sea of choppy waters, struggling to keep your head above water and how every stroke or kick just feels incredibly tiresome and painfully unbearable. I would very much do without this onerous task of plodding through life with a sulk on my face and a heavy heart, but state-of-mind simply is not in good form. It is as though the emotional-side of me is desperately fighting for a chance to speak out, and when refused, it goes completely out of control and goes on a rampage.

At the end of the day, I understand every thing is merely the workings of my mind; the mental contortion of my perception of the basic happenings and reactions of those around me. And of course the unscrupulous deeds committed by sheer paranoia and self-consciousness within head really does not do much good. Been very swayed by hazed judgement recently too.

What I detest most is the times I get moody and upset for no reason. This is the worse one out of the array of I-feel-terrible moods I feel, primarily because: one, you can't seem to find a solution to fix the problem yourself as you are clueless towards the root cause of such gloom, and two, you can't seem to share the problem with another person as once again, YOU DO NOT KNOW WHY ON EARTH YOU ARE UNHAPPY. So yes, it is bad. And bad has been bugging me a lot a lot A LOT.

But the silver lining in this storm cloud has been a couple of very lovely people who have helped me out a little here and there. And on the upside, this storm is slowly clearing up, thankfully (I dont know how long more I can hold up)

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In the midst of all that unhappiness, I have been constantly reminding myself to do good deeds, to give whatever I can to whoever, to cheer people up, to be kind, to be helpful, to have initiative, to be sensitive and more. I know it is the better-raise-your-good-karma mechanism in my head working up again, but nonetheless, it does help me drag myself through each day.

Been buying and giving cupcakes again. Got a couple for my friends but the bulk, I offered them to teachers. I do not know if it truly works, but doing good things and giving stuff to people helps greatly to keep my mind off things and offers me a tiny sense of satisfaction in return. I guess it is the simplest way to offer my heart that minimal amount of happiness it requires. Or perhaps the mentality is, why not make others happy while you aren't? Anyway I do not know my own motivations behind doing good, but it does make me happy seeing people happy. Which is a good thing.

And then we get to question of, why do I buy cupcakes for my teachers? I know if word gets out, there will definitely be people who will say I am doing so to curry favour or whatnot, but really, I don't think I have any hidden agenda behind doing so and please, its definitely not to butter up. I do so mainly because I feel they are the ones who need the greatest boost considering how hard they work. As much as they may get on my nerves at times, and how some of them are quite insanely unstable, deep down I know each and every one of them work their asses off and want the best for their students, regardless whether they get their good intentions across in the right manner. But I do believe in the importance of being grateful and I have been trying to be more understanding too. And it is undeniable that SC does have some of the loveliest teachers around and the sec4 teachers have been very kind and helpful and compassionate and understanding, so yes I am thoroughly thankful.

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On a sidenote, I don't really understand why some of my friends are against being chummy with teachers or merely engaging in casual talk with them. I was pretty surprised a while back when one of my friends reacted very strongly against even keeping in contact with faculty after graduating. I was very taken aback because I for one do keep in contact with my primary school teachers and there's an extremely high chance I will do so with my SCGS ones too.

Also, with that aside, I do not see anything wrong with being close to one's teachers/mentors. I mean I enjoy chatting with my teachers and at the end of the day, they are just people too right? But I know there are people who would much prefer to draw the teacher-student line very distinctly, in fear that if the boundary is blurred, the former will not be able to command respect from the latter when need be.

I do understand the concern there, but afterall, at this point I think majority of the student population is mature, or at least sensible enough, to know when is the right time to do what. I can't and do not speak for others but I do feel there is nothing wrong with being friendly if you still maintain a sense of respect for each other.

With that said, I know there is another qualm that goes somewhat like, a teacher can be friendly with a student, but not be their friend. Ok yes it gets complicated. I dont really know how other people look at things, but I am connected with some of my teachers via mobile or fb, and we do text or chat regularly. It does help firm up relationships and it is always nice to speak with one who is more mature than your peers. Perhaps I am just used to speaking with adults after hanging out with Joanne and all a lot.

But yes, in short I dont see anything wrong. Is my perception flawed? Whatever it is, gone were the days of hating teaching faculty. It does no good and what's the use, SC teachers are amazing! I like (most of) my teachers and of course, I like those easily-pally sorts even more. I just can't help but think, you see these people everyday (besides your schoolmates), what is the issue with being connected or at the very least, getting to know? Maybe it is just me, but who cares what the world is doing; I just simply can't seem to be "the world".

Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines, but no one is there.

I hate people. I really do not like people. At all. People have emotions and thoughts and opinions and ideas and perceptions and expectations, and all that is plain irritating. Yes this is another one of my pointless rants about how the world is better off without people – yes see, I did not specify bad people, or annoying people, or inadequate people, but PEOPLE IN GENERAL. I am so so frustrated and infuriated.

Been ploughing through lit logsheets again and growing increasingly mad at some people. Really, why do I even care when no one does? Why don't we all just mess this all up and you know, who cares? Obviously you don't, and you don't, and yes you too. So WHY DO YOU CARE? Why are you so stupid? So what if those logs are filled? So what is that stupid text is all highlighted and flagged? Are you going to get an A just based on all this – let me break it to you, HELL NOOOOO. SO WHY DO YOU EVEN TRY.

Comes to the point when the F word and your middle finger really just answers everything. Bitter and jaded and weary and simply sick of all this nonsense.

Alone and loveless here, with just the girl in the mirror
Just her and me – The Wicked Witch of the East

As we make our way down this road of Life, why must there be those instances when you feel like no one understands? No one understands you, no one understands what you do, no one understands why you do what you do. To feel so small and so insignificant, for no one is able to perceive what you truly want to exhibit. That horrid realisation of having no one to turn to, to feel so pathetically entrapped in your own mentally constructed fortified palace of negativity.

Why must we be forced to dissemble? To learn to hide, conceal, camouflage; to mask our identity, our entity; to go about living behind a facade, a permanent mask. At times we live so so long behind and under such a terribly artificial guise that we forget our fundamental being and we lose track of our raw ipseity. For one, growing up we strive to shy away from what is rejected by social norms, to bend ourselves to conform with what is well-received. How long does it take to outgrow this boundless sense of insecurity and the bugging feeling that one has to live up to the status quo?

Why must we be so afraid of who we reveal what to? To live in such an absurd amount of trepidation; to worry endlessly and futilely. Is it possible for one to live free from the fear of being judged? For being unrightfully scorned upon by another individual - a stranger or a friend. How do you characterise who knows you and who does not? How do you quantify emotion and relation and interaction? Weary of living a life inundated in doubt, and perpetually suppressed under the hand of cowardice.

Why must we be subjected to periods of feeling so lost? Feeling your way through a dark empty tunnel, with diminishing hope of finding light. Or even more tragically, watching as the last traces of luminosity fade into sheer darkness; reminiscent to a heavy wispy fog descending, bringing about a palpable sense of unease and anxiety in tow.

Why must we be a part of a society degraded in terms of compassion; a world where currency overrules our sense of reason and is intent in blindly us extensively, yet is not valuable enough to buy time or care or love? So many a time the almost unfathomable ugliness of human nature brews and billows under wraps, manifesting in ungracious deeds and thoughtless words. People do not think at times, or they do not think enough; that lack of thought-process before speaking or acting can be wholly damaging, to the extent of which nothing can be done to compensate for the wrong committed or to plug the holes after they have been created.

Why must we struggle with imperfection in our ceaseless pursuit for perfection? If the choice had been to make the world thoroughly perfect or imperfect, why was the decision the latter? Will life be easier if everything was rosy and flawless and whole? Perhaps not. But we will never know, for we are simply expected to comply to life as it is, moulded by warped opinions, and misshapen perceptions, and diverging perspectives.

Why must we live through pain and sorrow? Why is there grief? Why is there suffering? There are too many contributing to the abundance of pain and sorrow than those eradicating it. It is morbidly intriguing how the purest and kindest of hearts leave too soon, yet those vile and twisted seem to thrive eternally. Has karma truly been thrown away to the wind? Perhaps the good indeed do rightfully earn themselves the golden ticket away to a better place sooner. 

Why must we fight for love? We try so hard to typify and quantify love and at the end of the day, there never seems to be enough to go around. For those who go about still feeling so unloved and uncared for, resulting in a lack of reciprocation for the tiny bit they receive, because it is simply neither enough to substantiate the fact that others care nor enough to bring about content. For those who know some where out there someone cares for them, but are just unable to feel it regardless of how they try. For those who try so hard to find and fight for love with so ambiguous a definition of it that they do not know exactly what they are plundering for. Unequivocal love against equivocal love. Selfless love against selfish love.

I hate it when people start going on with all the nonsense of feeling so down, or so alone, or how life is such a pain, or how they just lack the will to continue – I hate it, I honestly honestly thoroughly hate it. But what I hate more is, as ironic as it may be, how I get it so much too. I want to get over and get out of it. I want to stop. As much as I  despise myself for it, sometimes I so desperately feel the need for an ounce of sympathy. I do not understand why we have to feel down, I do not understand why I feel down. There are so many things I do not understand, do not comprehend. Putting aside those moments of being overly demanding or overly accusatory, it is tough to expect someone else to understand when even you alone cannot.

Being alive is tough. There are too many questions with too few answers.

Careful the things you say, children will listen
Careful the things you do, children will see and learn
Children may not obey, but children will listen
Children will look to you, for which way to turn, to learn what to be
Careful before you say, listen to me. Children will listen.

Drowning in a tsunami of assignments; floundering in a pool of worries and desperation. History is repeating itself – this is an uncannily similar reflection of what happened last year in term 2. Mountains of backload work and a crazy avalanche of new ones, coupled with the whole slew of tests which I would very much want to do well in.

As much as I feel super done in, I am trying very hard to convince myself that I AM NOT STRESSED. I know that if I don't, those (weird) anxiety attack things will strike once again, with those scary spaces of time spent in seemingly depressed states. This is not particularly desirable straight after weeks of moodiness. The last thing I need is another one of those 'pick one: knife or cake' dilemmas again to feel better.

Sometimes I really don't know why I do this to myself. Why can't I be prompt with my work and with my revision? It will save much stressing out and perpetually eradicate the root cause of this vexation.

Ok no use getting mad at myself at this point. Just very struck today by the sudden realisation of the insane workload I have. Returning from a 'long' weekend, there has been much expectation from teachers for work to be completed and turned in, and for files to be in tip top condition, and turned in, as well. Well can we just face it right now, ONE EXTRA DAY HAS NOT BEEN ENOUGH TO CLEAR ALL THAT WORK! (esp when you have a bimbo friend celebrating her 16th birthday and you have to see to her stupid gift toooo ugh! – side note: very happy that pei ling loved the gift, all that money sweat time and effort! side side note: in fact, I even skipped her party to stay at home to clear assignments! booo!) 

I've just been all nerves today feeling incredibly perturbed and bugged by the amount of stuff I still have to get down to. What more, the Lit test and Chem test are next week (emaths too!), and really want to do well for this 2 especially. But how is that going to be possible, if I barely have anything to sit down and consolidate and revise? (bwahahha and I'm sitting her typing this, smart move vanessa!)

But I know I will get down to it all eventually, after I seethe and vent and wallow in a horrid mix of self-pity and self-hatred and self-annoyance. I should get down to my R&J essay plans, and need to sought out that unseen poem too (group work has zero benefits when your partner is just as weak as you at the subject! shall plead mrs fern for help!) Today shall be a very LIT night (I don't mind I like lit) although I know I am going to hate myself for doing this at some point considering the amount of Amaths assignments that need to be done as well as all the SPA skill 3 worksheets, and not forgetting geog! Oh welllll...

Unmotivated. Disorganised. Lack of focus. Lack of discipline.
ok I AM STRESSSEEEDDDD.

Have put aside writing for quite a while now; writing makes me think, and more often than not, it makes me over-think. Lately especially, I have been trying to avoid any thing that might lead me to doing so (over-thinking I mean), hence the writing hiatus once again I guess.

For one, I have been falling prey to that sinister I-feel-like-curling-up-into-a-ball-in-bed-and-wallowing-in-self-pity-because-the-whole-world-doesn't-give-a-care bug a lot in the past few weeks – it is terrible. It is as though all else has to stop in the face of turbulent emotions. Not very helpful and increasingly hinders productivity. It is a little peculiar, and frustrating, for I am not the type to enter  emo-phases frequently, much less to the point that it is a norm (or at least that's what I think). In fact, as much as I might subject myself to periods of self-deprecation once in a while, I have never been very much caught in the web of prolonged unhappiness.

Regardless, it has been a rough couple of weeks at late. It's just floundering amidst a sea of choppy waters, struggling to keep your head above water and how every stroke or kick just feels incredibly tiresome and painfully unbearable. I would very much do without this onerous task of plodding through life with a sulk on my face and a heavy heart, but state-of-mind simply is not in good form. It is as though the emotional-side of me is desperately fighting for a chance to speak out, and when refused, it goes completely out of control and goes on a rampage.

At the end of the day, I understand every thing is merely the workings of my mind; the mental contortion of my perception of the basic happenings and reactions of those around me. And of course the unscrupulous deeds committed by sheer paranoia and self-consciousness within head really does not do much good. Been very swayed by hazed judgement recently too.

What I detest most is the times I get moody and upset for no reason. This is the worse one out of the array of I-feel-terrible moods I feel, primarily because: one, you can't seem to find a solution to fix the problem yourself as you are clueless towards the root cause of such gloom, and two, you can't seem to share the problem with another person as once again, YOU DO NOT KNOW WHY ON EARTH YOU ARE UNHAPPY. So yes, it is bad. And bad has been bugging me a lot a lot A LOT.

But the silver lining in this storm cloud has been a couple of very lovely people who have helped me out a little here and there. And on the upside, this storm is slowly clearing up, thankfully (I dont know how long more I can hold up)

-------

In the midst of all that unhappiness, I have been constantly reminding myself to do good deeds, to give whatever I can to whoever, to cheer people up, to be kind, to be helpful, to have initiative, to be sensitive and more. I know it is the better-raise-your-good-karma mechanism in my head working up again, but nonetheless, it does help me drag myself through each day.

Been buying and giving cupcakes again. Got a couple for my friends but the bulk, I offered them to teachers. I do not know if it truly works, but doing good things and giving stuff to people helps greatly to keep my mind off things and offers me a tiny sense of satisfaction in return. I guess it is the simplest way to offer my heart that minimal amount of happiness it requires. Or perhaps the mentality is, why not make others happy while you aren't? Anyway I do not know my own motivations behind doing good, but it does make me happy seeing people happy. Which is a good thing.

And then we get to question of, why do I buy cupcakes for my teachers? I know if word gets out, there will definitely be people who will say I am doing so to curry favour or whatnot, but really, I don't think I have any hidden agenda behind doing so and please, its definitely not to butter up. I do so mainly because I feel they are the ones who need the greatest boost considering how hard they work. As much as they may get on my nerves at times, and how some of them are quite insanely unstable, deep down I know each and every one of them work their asses off and want the best for their students, regardless whether they get their good intentions across in the right manner. But I do believe in the importance of being grateful and I have been trying to be more understanding too. And it is undeniable that SC does have some of the loveliest teachers around and the sec4 teachers have been very kind and helpful and compassionate and understanding, so yes I am thoroughly thankful.

---

On a sidenote, I don't really understand why some of my friends are against being chummy with teachers or merely engaging in casual talk with them. I was pretty surprised a while back when one of my friends reacted very strongly against even keeping in contact with faculty after graduating. I was very taken aback because I for one do keep in contact with my primary school teachers and there's an extremely high chance I will do so with my SCGS ones too.

Also, with that aside, I do not see anything wrong with being close to one's teachers/mentors. I mean I enjoy chatting with my teachers and at the end of the day, they are just people too right? But I know there are people who would much prefer to draw the teacher-student line very distinctly, in fear that if the boundary is blurred, the former will not be able to command respect from the latter when need be.

I do understand the concern there, but afterall, at this point I think majority of the student population is mature, or at least sensible enough, to know when is the right time to do what. I can't and do not speak for others but I do feel there is nothing wrong with being friendly if you still maintain a sense of respect for each other.

With that said, I know there is another qualm that goes somewhat like, a teacher can be friendly with a student, but not be their friend. Ok yes it gets complicated. I dont really know how other people look at things, but I am connected with some of my teachers via mobile or fb, and we do text or chat regularly. It does help firm up relationships and it is always nice to speak with one who is more mature than your peers. Perhaps I am just used to speaking with adults after hanging out with Joanne and all a lot.

But yes, in short I dont see anything wrong. Is my perception flawed? Whatever it is, gone were the days of hating teaching faculty. It does no good and what's the use, SC teachers are amazing! I like (most of) my teachers and of course, I like those easily-pally sorts even more. I just can't help but think, you see these people everyday (besides your schoolmates), what is the issue with being connected or at the very least, getting to know? Maybe it is just me, but who cares what the world is doing; I just simply can't seem to be "the world".

Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines, but no one is there.