So what does that make me?

A klutz?

Oh, I am nowhere as demure nor gentle as Cindy. If I were to be in her postition and leave a pretty glass slipper on the steps of a palace with handsome prince charming chasing after me, I’d probably trip and roll headfirst down the steps, a-tumbling down, down, down till I reach the bottom with a grand “THUD!!”.

Lost one of my favouritest pair of heels in school last week. Black wedges with purple soles. In seminar room 5, after a group discussion for the upcoming presentation for selectives. In the excitement of preparing for AGAPE (more on that later) I absent-mindedly left them lying there, helplessly,  in a plastic bag. After a few minutes I realised I had one less bag with me (yes,  I still know if one is missing despite the many others hanging from my shoulders, arms and in my hands). Went back there and what do you know, the room was already locked. Fingers crossed, hope that whoever found it will be kind enough to hand it over to the lost and found.

Selectives are OVER OVER OVER. I almost want to shout and sing Handel’s choral “HAAAAALLELUJAH, HALLELUJAH, HALLELUJAH” on the top of my lungs. But I shall spare everyone within earshot that agony. Seriously, I ‘m SO relieved. The whole ordeal was just too teeth-gritting. If I could put it that way. I said tooth-gritting because I couldn’t appreciate a lot of the reasonings and explanations, perhaps this is so due to the short time frame we have to cram them into our brains. Struggled to understand how to use certain techniques when and where, and why some couldn’t be applied to dangerous behaviour, etc etc. And believe it or not, I was even encouraged to use tangible and material rewards as motivators (or reinforcers, to be more exact) to modify my own behaviour-regulating my sleeping hours. Anyway, all over now, done with the report and group presentation. Report was due at 4pm and what time did I hand mine in? 2 minutes before 4pm. Talk about drama. And our presentation? Let’s say it involved banana-throwing, shoe-throwing that resulted in people fainting from the stench of the shoe, teh-tariks and Madagascar. Oh, and how could I leave out the very yellow Digiman? Wonder what the connection is between those and Psychology? Trust my imaginative groupmates to come up with it. I am grateful for a committed bunch of people who gave their best, yet managed to turn each dreaded meeting into an enjoyable one. We were never short of laughs, the kind where you laugh so hard just stopping for a while to gasp for air is almost agony. So thank you, Group 1 for a memorable Selective- you people have gave me something good to remember.

And if you must know, my little programme to modify my sleeping habits didn’t work. Wrong time of the year to conduct such a thing.

Apart from that, I also stumbled upon and eventually participated in a karaoke session, IMU style. How they did it and where? Put it this way, our classes each have a projector and computer, and our dear teachers use mics. It was definitely entertaining. And no, I didn’t do any singing, just a whole lot of laughing, as well as picture taking. A MUST for memories such as these. Sigh, my resourceful, intelligent, innovative colleagues. What WILL life in school be without all of you?

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