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Today Ms. Yew FINALLY gave us back our essays.

I was eager until I saw the marks.

Then, I proceeded to shoot my stupid mouth off without checking.

"22/30? So low!"

I continued in this vein for 5 minutes, until someone kindly interrupted me and told me that the mark range was 12-20.5 marks and to get 22, was of course, exceptional.

I stood there, frozen, well aware of the murderous thoughts around me. I could only 'oh', weakly and stupidly.

Me and my big mouth. Shit, they probably think I'm a show-off or being very sarcastic.

I should really learn to stop shooting my mouth off before it causes damage.

As you could very well imagine, I was horrified to see a 'see me' scrawled across the bottom of my paper, red standing out clearly against the white composition paper.

Apparently she thought that 2 parts were illogical, but after I argued my case, she shrugged and agreed.

I was in a rather bad mood during the last period when we were preparing to go home as I had not known I had to hand in bloody essay corrections BY TODAY. So no choice lor. RUSH!

One of the things I hate is people appearing cheerful and annoying when I'm busy and miserable.

Sharon, by some fit of misguided insanity, decided to approach the low-blood pressure demoness that was me and call me name in such a cheerful, high pitched tone. I didn't even listen to her request, I growled a 'no.'

Most people by this time would have picked up their skirts (or whatever) and run far, far away. Instead, she chose to reason with me(I can get VERY unreasonable and sarcastic when I'm busy and miserable) and pause me in my writing.

After I exclaimed two or more profanities, she gave up and approached Hui ting to help her bring the stack of papers to Ms Yew's locker.

Ah well. Problem solved.

Another reason why I was pised was that yang meh made us listen to a VERY old and horrible drama song about this wang zhao jun, then write a descriptive passage about her. Though my english is defintely better, my chinese, unfortunately, is awful.

After doing some research, I only understood that she was one of the Four Great Beauties of ancient China. The rest? Copy and paste, duh!

So right now I'm slouching in my office chair, typing this pointless blog entry.

Yeah....I think I'm done babbling.

Maybe not?

Ok, I'm done.