school

So.... school has been going on for about a week now, and I think it's going okay because I've finally started to get the studying-feel back already.

So, yes, just like a pendulum, I swung right back to 'not changing' with a bang on the day I asked my mum to come in to talk to my teacher. It was totally an impulse decision and I don't know whether it's the right one. I guess there really is no real right decision in this case, because I benefit in some way no matter what class I am in. I'm going to really miss joking and laughing with the Ai's but I just have to get used to being a Zhong student. Yes, a student, who is supposed to study and finish homework everyday. I feel.... better (can't think of another word) because I'm finally beginning to get the rhythm of doing homework and stuff everyday. So that's a good thing.

The SDC poster was very nicely done, if I say so myself. Thanks alot to Angela and whoever helped her for putting the finishing touches on. Apart from the constantly falling 3D title, it was perfect! I hope that it has fulfilled it's purpose and persuaded some active people to join our club. Fingers crossed! I really hope that SDC will make a turn for the better this year, it's about time it should make one.

I don't like the teaching methods of my Phy and Bio teachers. I know people say that they are good teachers and stuff, but everyone has different preferences and for me, I just find their classes uninteresting. The same thing goes for Moral, but I think it's more likely because I'm not interested with the subject and also because the teacher was talking about projects and tugasans the first day.

It's abit fast-paced, I feel, because all the teachers are talking about essays and assignments and projects and tests, most of them on their first lessons. It's 'wow' to me because we have tests next week already. I guess it's probably because I wasn't really in the studying state yet. It's a good thing I am starting to be now. =P

Volleyball. Gosh. I'm abit tired of it. Tired because I come home from training and my left shoulder is so sore, from the upper arm all the way until below my neck. Tired because I feel so exhausted from it and don't get enough rest (Yes, I know, it's partly my fault). Tired because the court is so dusty and sandy and muddy, it makes everyone more tired because the air is so dirty. Tired because sometimes I just can't do well. I actually feel kind of hopeless in a way. Everything I said last year, (if you all know what it is) eventhough I know I really meant it, I sort of don't really care anymore. Like that day during training when I was sort of playing the position of the setter but not setting the ball, Lee Dao Ming said that I had quite good control of the ball and that I might be the sub-setter. I think if he said that to me a few weeks ago or last year, I would have been upset about it because I wanted to spike. But now, I don't really mind. And yesterday during training, he didnt do or say anything about my sub-setting, and I actually was hoping he would. But now I'm kind of in the middle. I don't really mind each way I guess. Gosh, I don't know what I want!

I guess I just really feel hopeless in a way. Enough that I can say wihtout doubt (maybe just a little) that I'm quitting. But that's the thing. I can say. But I'm not saying it. Yet. !!!! I don't know what I want!

I've been watching American Idol 8! Did you guys see Jason Castro's brother? He has pink hair and his name is Micheal. He made it through. I think he might just be better than Jason but in a different way. Jason is more soft songs with guitar, Micheal is not that style I think. Hmm.. It's going to be interesting. =)

I am currently reading Meg Cabot: Size 14 is not fat either.

Former pop star Heather Wells has settled nicely into her new life as assistant dorm director at New York College--a career that does not require her to drape her size 12 body in embarrassingly skimpy outfits. She can even cope (sort of) with her rocker ex-boyfriend's upcoming nuptials, which the press has dubbed The Celebrity Wedding of the Decade. But she's definitely having a hard time dealing with the situation in the dormitory kitchen--where a cheerleader has lost her head on the first day of the semester. (Actually, her head is accounted for--it's her torso that's AWOL.)
Surrounded by hysterical students--with her ex-con father on her doorstep and her ex-love bombarding her with unwanted phone calls--Heather welcomes the opportunity to play detective . . . again. If it gets her mind off her personal problems--and teams her up again with the gorgeous P.I. who owns the brownstone where she lives--it's all good. But the murder trail is leading the average-sized amateur investigator into a shadowy world. And if she doesn't watch her step, Heather will soon be singing her swan song!


Gnite ppl! I hope that Green House's cheerdancing will be fun, keeping in mind that it is a big hole of the unknown for me! :S