Thursday. 22 January. Today. The day kicks off with PE as the first lesson of the day. Otherwise known as 1 hour in hell. They make you do inhumane activities such as running a full 6 to 8 rounds round the track, followed by a series of sit-ups, crutches, push ups, squarts, shuttle run, leg raisers, star jumps, standing broad jumps, jumping jacks and several more to be mentioned. Hmm.. I actually went through it twice every week? Now THAT's a feat.
After PE, lectures were next. Maths and chemistry at a serving. Imagine having to sit in the cold, trying to solve born haber and integration problems while still recovering from your tormenting run. Think aching butts, legs, calfs and feet. To top it all off, people in the lecture theatre could almost hear the additional noises that you are contributing to the environment. That is, the inevitable thunderous cries that are constantly emitting from your tummy.
Lunch came , followed by GP, where presentation was next. Yes, our group did euthanasia. To kill or not to kill? Spent about like half and hour on the ppt that we so painstakenly came up with during our precious weekends.
Next was geography, the most meaningless subject on earth. I mean, who cares if you know how volcanoes, rivers and mountains are formed? As usual, our geog teacher came in, nagged, reprimanded and did what she was best. She rambled on and on and on and on and on... Something about globalisation and the NIDL I guess... Time is always descibed as"wasted away" during geog lessons.
Following that was biology SPA for the A levels and a revision test. The bio SPA was okay I guess, considering that I studied the day before. The revision test was a killer ( At least, it was to me). I am soo going to flunk it 100.1%. I didn't even know there was this bio revision test until assembly this morning.
The day ended with a lathagic but elated me. The sole consolation? The day has ended. Whew.
