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A Solivagant on the Inselberg


The short version would be emotions! Emotions everywhere!


The Stories of Last Week
I still haven't written about my first week back at school. Well, it was crap. I was spiralling down and I did some things you probably won't be very pleased to hear, but it didn't kill me, so you're all stuck with me until the attempt that actually does kill me. I'll try to focus on just highlights of last week I'm not in a mood to elaborate everything. For starters, there are new people in the bus and I don't have to go in the mini-van like the first half of last year (which is a good thing because a new driver is driving that vehicle). On the very first day, we were supposed to have Biology in the first period, but some new teacher came to our class a few seconds before the prayer began to play. As soon as the prayer stopped, she began to reprimand us about something none of us really understood. Who the heck are you and what the heck are you talking about?! She went on for a few minutes, and then introduced herself as one of our new Math teachers. That was when I learnt that the permanent teacher we had last year was pregnant. The entire class knew, but Hallie here was totally oblivious.... This teacher continued class and crap, she is a complete psycho. We had to see her at the end of the day as well, and no one wants to see her ever again. The same day, after lunch, another teacher came and taught us Math without even telling us her name, and guess which teacher we had to learn her name from :/
The one fun part of the first day was the cost prefect elections. A new English teacher joined (and she is pretty good :) ) and she had to conduct it. She asked who wanted to stand for the elections, and no hands raised. She had to give speeches about experience and opportunity five times before around five people finally stood. Amongst them was L, my classmate who happens to come in the same bus with me. Of course I voted for her. And of course she won because she is popular in our class. The funny part was when she came back to the bus at the end of the day and began to cry about resigning. And the rest of our bus friends were telling her to not quit. She tried to, but the English teacher didn't let her, so she is now our head class prefect. Now this is good for me!
We had an event on Tuesday, and were told to go to the auditorium on the fourth floor to spectate the opening ceremony. When we reached there, one of the welfare committee teachers was there asking every student which class they were from before letting them occupy the auditorium. Apparently the entire auditorium was reserved for only my class and it's big enough to fit in another four classes. It was so nice being the only ones there. We were legit stretching our legs and laughing at the others who tried to come but were chased by the teacher with our class' name. The guest gave the most boring speech, but we were hogging and sleeping throughout, so if he had bothered to look up, he must have been deeply offended. We literally had just one class the entire day, and came back there for the closing ceremony. We were smuggling in food when a teacher announced for all of us to come down to the main auditorium, which was a bummer. We also had a video presentation contest, and my class actually did a pretty good presentation. We were this close to winning, but my friend's class won because they showed how to dispose sanitary napkins. So close! :( But the whole presentation had been done by one person only (my secret Santa from last year), and she did a wonderful job, so hats off to her.
I must have been sleeping in class the entire day on Wednesday, because I don't remember anything from that day. I like the story I have from Thursday. Screw all the other classes except English, and skip to last period - Chemistry lab. We were supposed to do two salt analysis, but all of us were too lazy. Most of us were in our first salt when both the teachers overseeing us told us to not leave the lab and continue our work. Personally being the ultimate idiot during salt analysis, I skipped the basic radical even though I did perform the test (if not for another girl who looked like she got the same salt as me, I might have started crying), and eventually arrived at the result by the end of the first hour. The teachers still had not come back and legit everyone finished, so we began to fool around in the lab. We mixed random chemicals to see what happened, and one out of the most beautiful experiments was mixing potassium permanganate in my test tube which contained the confirmatory test for zinc. It looked nice. We kept playing around as we waited for those two teachers who simply disappeared off the face of the earth even thought school had officially ended for everyone else. One of the attenders cut off the water supply in the lab, so we couldn't even wash our "experiments" (which were of every shade of colour). Another girl and I might or might not have extinguished a flame and not turned off the gas properly, so if the lab burns, tell them we went to France (but in reality, we'll be in Japan). Also, there was this needle in my lab coat I kept in the pocket during Biology lab, which I kept poking my finger until I realized what I was doing. The extension time was also over and we were pissed that the teachers weren't back. So we decided to leave. I was heading to the shelves to get my bag and had to pass between two people. When I did, I felt a sharp pain in my thigh and when I looked down, I saw the sharp end of the needle out of my lab coat. Obviously, the thing was sharp enough to pierce through my jeans and my skin. That hurt for a bit and I just wanted to go home and see whether it had ruined my jeans, but viola, the teacher appears and tells us to report our salts an hour after we all finished. At least I got my salt right. I missed the main bus, but I got the mini van. I'm not sure how I got out of that alive because that driver drives worse than me drunk. Fortunately, both the vehicles met and I got to switch to the bus.
The only thing I remember enjoy Friday is eating from the stalls. I don't know why there were there, but they were there, and Iz and I were too hungry to not try something out.
Then there was Saturday. I came back on Goodreads to set up the BOTM Suggestions for my group and guess what I saw! Ben's back. I know he won't talk to me after what I did, but why couldn't it have been Lillian or edge or Loliepop?! Ugh!!

Never!!"
Lies again!

I still miss Loliepop (she hasn't emailed me in MONTHS) and Lillian."
That's how I knew he came back.
Same :( I haven't talked to Lolie in forever. I hope she's alright. Same goes for Lily.

(Don't worry, I hopefully won't do it because where am I supposed to find a gun. The only reason the thought occurred in my head is because I was just reading Hate List.)


And The Salt Is....
Today's test actually went fine for someone who started studying for it that day. We are actually supposed to do one titration and analyze one salt, and while we knew which titration we were supposed to learn, the salt was new to us. Everyone receives different salts this year, and in addition to the five salts we did last year, we need to learn another five salts. Each of us have done seven salts, and the teacher told us that we were most likely going to get one out of the remaining three salts.
So this morning, when I was waiting for a different vehicle with my friend, she happened to have the test the period before mine. Apparently she had not studied for it either, so we were trying to figure out what system these teachers used to assign us our salts. Well, my batch didn't follow the same system, so I was screwed. When I went to class, K, H2, M and I tried to figure out which salts H2 and I had left, and I actually had the easiest salts! Ammonium Bromide, Ammonium Chloride - which can be detected fast because their radicals are in the initial steps, and Manganese Sulphate, which is the only pink salt we have. It's pink. Of course we know which salt it is by just looking at it. I knew that I would most likely get the pink salt, but there were chances that they won't give anyone that one because it's too simple to identify without doing the actual test.
Every Thursday, we have one period called value education, which I actually hate because it's usually "You are unique. You are special. Live your life. Love yourself. Don't give into peer pressure and don't do drugs. Blah blah blah". Today, however, I was kind of happy to see our Zoology teacher from last year who doesn't teach my class this year. We miss her because our current teacher, albeit teaches good, teaches so fast and has tests almost all the time. It's annoying. And this teacher was pretty fun. She spoke about her personal experience to make us understand the value of parents and the talk left half the class crying. Her own father had passed away last year when she was teaching us (I remember her but coming for a week, and when she told us why she was absent, we had such solemn faces throughout the class that she literally ordered us to cheer up). So many were crying at the end and she did warn us that she would be blunt, but there was me sitting there like, 'Yeah, I know my parents won't be there forever.'
Iz helped me cram everything. I'm good at titration, but salt analysis always takes me a lot of time. She and I were writing Chemistry during Physics, and the teacher kind of got pissed because everyone was restless. When we asked her to let us go because we had a test, she yelled at us and looked pretty angry. Well, we ignored her. We had to run to get there on time, but fortunately, the teacher didn't get mad. She told us that all even numbered seats must begin with the titration, and since mine is 8, I started. Like I mentioned before, I like titration. I'm usually getting the colour and readings right. However, my mortal enemy, the pipette, bothers me. I thought I'd drop dead trying to fill that thing. I'm not kidding! I was the first to start pipetting. Then B and someone else came to do the same after me; both of them finished and I was still struggling. And even though I got 7.1 last time, I got 9.4 this test. Ummm.... When I was dying with that pipette for the second trial, someone saw me gasping for breath and even asked if I was alright. I was even shaking a little and this damned pipette.... Fortunately, I didn't have to go for a third trial, so whew!
After that, I went to get my salt with B, and guess what - it was pale pink! This was the best lab this year! I didn't even do the test, and went to the teacher twice just to say, 'Seat no. 8, Sulphate,' and 'Seat no. 8 Manganese'. She didn't even need to see our test tubes, so I didn't perform. I actually finished it and did well! Woohoo!!! I was so sure I'd fail. But then I got to the bus, and after a while, there was a huge fight there, and one girl stormed off and created a lot of drama. I'll probably explain that tomorrow because right now, I want to equip myself with some books to read during tomorrow's sports day.


Hair Days
I'm exhausted. Really, really exhausted. I want to sleep in tomorrow, but Mum wants me to wake up early and go to our other house to clean up the place. I honestly have no good feeling about that, but in order to move there, some things have to be done - even if it's get into a bad mood because *someone* gets angry at little things. I just don't understand why it has to be done at 7 in the morning. Come on, I'm going to insane already.
Leaving that aside, people seem to notice my hair for some strange reason. I know it's getting messier and more untidy, and I badly want to cut it, but people are saying positive things and it's freaking me out. Yesterday, while I was waiting for the bus with a friend, she looked at me for a minute and said, "Wow, your hair! It's so thick and nice! You should style your hair someday. Like a fancy braid or something. What shampoo do you use?" And there's me like, 'These unruly locks?! I hate it.' I legit took ten minutes to remember the name of what shampoo I use, because you know what? I don't care. I never care. The only thing I know to do with my hair is a high pony, and that simple hairstyle itself looks so bad when I do it. Ehhhhh.....
Then today, whilst I was walking from the stadium to the bus, I caught up with L and a couple of the others in the bus. I was walking right in front of L and she smiled and said, "Hi! Wow, your hair has grown!"
Why?!?! I want it short!!!! Ugh it's annoying me, and I'm pretty sure that it I cut it, everyone will ask questions. It's my hair, people! And here, my friends, is yet another trivial thing that Hallie is losing her mind over. But hey, it's annoying the crap out of me.

YESSSSS i will take the sow guys with me because Jeremy wants to go to Japan too

YESSSSS i will take the sow guys with me because Jeremy wants to go to Japan too"
Going to one of my favourite countries with my best friends and an amazing music band! Now that sounds like a great plan! :)

Well, we would all care."
I guess.
Books mentioned in this topic
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