Hi, I'm Janice. Puppies are amazing creatures. School is the worst building ever created. What were the builders thinking? Music's beautiful. And no, Music is not a person. I mean MELODY MUSIC. Okay? Jeez, whats the matter with you people. Anyway. Have a wonderful day and may butterflies and rainbows follow you wherever you go.

Everyone avoids my class

So, ALL my teachers avoids my class. Probably because they think my class is the worst class ever. I don’t think so, because I’m in it.

Anyway. If a teacher hates a class, they’d ignore them in whatever way possible. But my teachers does something a whole new crazy.

They quit school.
Okay, so they don’t EXACTLY quit school. But here were their excuses:

Excuses:
Science teacher: Going to the city to work
Math teacher: Taking a term break
English teacher: Retiring
German teacher: Oh wait. She was the only teacher that didn’t leave.
Humanities teacher: On maternity leave (Or so she says)

See. Everyone is desperately leaving us. Like they hate us or something.

No. They don’t hate me, cuz I’m from awesome Singapore.

Labels: class, hate, school, teachers

I should have a twitter account to link to my blog account. Oh wait, I do have a twitter account, only that it's forgotten. Hahahaha. Anyway twitter lets you see what I'm up to. Maybe it's planning world domination. Or maybe it's planning my escape plan to go back to Singapore, or maybe... it's pranking the teacher. Or it could even be eating a cupcake (yums). Or maybe it could even be throwing darts at a picture of my teachers.

Oh. My. Gosh.

They are the most ridiculous, absolutely absurd nincompoops. They are the worst teachers in the history of worsts teachers.

1. They do not teach well, or explain properly.

Excuse me? Explaining something once won't get it stuck into our heads.
Not that I really care much, I'm just saying the bad qualities of a teacher.

2. They slack 24/7
It's not quite fair to say that about my humanities teacher though, because she doesn't slack. But of all the other teachers. They don't actually check your work, they just leave it there and leave it for the termites to eat.
Even when they do check your work, they do a quick browsing, I know some teachers in Singapore does that, but the way the Aussies teacher does the quick browsing, it's pretty obvious.


3. They scold you for doing extra homework

Okay, so I accidentally did extra homework without knowing it. Because on the last day of school (before the holidays), the German teacher and Science teacher told us to do our German projects and Science projects. In Singapore, we would think, "Okay, so this is holiday homework." So I did those projects during the holiday, and on the first day of school (after the school holidays), the teacher scolded me for doing the WHOLE TERM'S HOMEWORK. Okay, so...
HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT THE GERMAN AND SCIENCE PROJECT WAS SUPPOSED TO LAST ME FOR THE SECOND TERM??!!!

Not that I'm hardworking or anything, in fact I'm a slacker in Singapore but I am disgusted at how much they slack here. When people around said Melbourne was really slow paced, boy, they really meant it. In fact, I prefer the fast paced city life. Not some slow paced life.

When I grow up, I WILL move back to Singapore.

Oh yeah, the reason why the front of the post consisted of twitter was because I wanted to say that I had an injection today but one little sentence definitely would waste one whole post, that's why twitter would help.

Oh yeah, actually the maximum of injections a girl had to take was 3 and the maximum for guys is 2. If I were a guy, I wouldn't have to take any injections at all, not that I want to be a boy, just that I'm saying it.

Anyway, I had to take 1 injection. Thank God for the primary 1 and primary 5 injections, then I don't have to take the 2 other injections (: (: (:

Arm still hurts :(, but oh well, when it gets better, I can continue whacking people. MUHAHAHAHAHA MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! (:

*ouch, arm hurts from too much of typing*

Labels: rants, teachers

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And here is a list of people willing to put up with my crazyness. Go ahead, click on one if your really that desperate to leave me and my insane blog. 

Friends:
Lydia Ren Rong Carol Ellenie JiaCai Danelia Qi Yan Jing Lin
Hui Xin Eugene Kyne Wei Hao Jing Xuan Joey Thinzar
Family: 

My sister (Esther):

Oh, my sister got tired of my previous blogskin and decided to make me a new one. So here, this pretty purple skin is made by her.
And this is her blog and all her stupid pictures.
And this is her blogskins account. So you can go support her blogskins. But I don't think she even logs in anymore.

You enter a large library filled with big book shelves. And you're pretty sure that this maniac doesn't read books. You slowly creep up on the shelves and slowly investigate, as you reach out to seize one of the pretty books, you get an electric zap, then a threatening voice, presumably a device in the book screams out, "please enter password." In a panic, you drop the book and rush off. You quickly stuff the security locked book into the back of all the other books, and scurry off, pretending nothing happened.