Name:Rivali Dass
Age:16 :)
Birthday: 5th Oct '92
Class:1D '05, 2e '06 <33,3e '07, 4e '08
School: MGS
I <3: Family, My dogs, 2e, 4e, MORONS, painting, designing, writing weird stories, being generally weird, unsettling people...
In the light of some not-so-recent events -I know I've not posted for like almost 2 weeks but its all because of those damn tests and homework and insomnia and stupid physics teachers- I've begun thinking alot about horrible, and some not so horrible teachers...
P1: Mrs. Chan (some old babar woman) Good Points: Er.....er...erm.... Bad Points: She was racist- i was SIX-YEARS-OLD, and I could tell that she hated Indians. She hated me- Apparently, she hates random people. She started being mean to Ravleen because Ravleen corrected her on a sum in p2 (take that!). She accused me WRONGLY of stealing- I'm telling you, this totally destroyed my self-confidence. You don't accuse a five year-old of stealing without having proper proof. One day, a girl called Chanel Tan told Mrs. Chan that she had lost her wallet and she that she thought I was the thief. Mrs. Chan started yelling at me, and I was too terrified to even move. Then, she told me that I had to stand outside the staffroom for the whole of recess. I remember crying alot, and when this girl called Angeline asked me about what happened, I remember saying "That stupid Mrs. Chan... " and then I burst into tears. I also remember feeling very proud of myself for using my first swear word. (I thought 'stupid' and 'idiot' were really really bad words back then). Anyways, after recess, we all had to go to the porch for prayers. (IJ girls. Hehe) But I purposely did not go to the porch, and just stood outside the staffroom. So, Mrs. Chan sends Chanel to get me back to class. On the way back to class, Chanel tells me that "Eh, Rivali ah, I..er.. found my wallet... I was sitting on it." So, I walk back into class, and Mrs. Chan gives me this look of contempt, then tells me to sit down. End of story. And I didn't tell my parents.. I don't even know why. I think I was too "scared" to tell them that I had been scolded by a teacher, even though SHE WAS IN THE WRONG. ------------------
P2: Ms. Albuquerque Good points: She was really nice, and caused me to get over my fear of Mrs. Chan. She used to give us chocolates everytime she went to Australia, and really took care of the whole class. Bad points: Erm, once I forgot to pass up math homework (the habits start young) so she made me sit on the floor and complete the homework. I tried to trip her when she passed by, and THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is when I discovered the joys of ruining the lives of teachers. Mwahahaha. My attempt at tripping her was unsuccessful, but it was the first baby step towards a legacy, a lifetime of evil and destruction. I can't remember why this is even a bad point- it was a life-altering incident. *wipes tears away from eyes* ------------------- P3: Ms. Le Good Points: I was her pet. :D One day, I left my wallet in school, and she drove all the way to my house to give it to me. Nice right? :D (When she rang the doorbell, I was watching Star Wars with my siblings and was jumping up and down while singing the Darth Vader theme song. She saw that, by the way.) Bad Points:None. -------------------- P4: Ms. Peck I really can't remember much about p4. But she was a very nice person. -------------------- p5: Mrs. Nonis As mentioned in my last post, she was very patient. And very kind. But she reminded my of Xiao Hui. She was obsessed with RABBITS. Seriously. Not to the extent where she was petting imaginary rabbits in class, but she was really in love with rabbits. I think her rabbits name was... Kooky? Yeah. (whenever someone says "kooky" I immediately think of Salad smilling weirdly, with this faraway, vague look on her face) --------------------- p6: Mrs. Margaret Tay We used to call her Maggot. (you know, margaret, maggot...) She was really nice too. You know those old teachers who are quite funny? Except once when I went about half a chapter ahead in my math textbook by myself. She threw me out of class during maths lessons for three days straight, and yelled at me "HAHA! RIVALI, AH. YOU THINK YOU'RE SO SMART, LET'S SEE YOU GET A-STAR FOR YOUR MATHS PSLE." I did get an A* for maths. For English and Science too. --------------------- I'm quite happy with all my Sec School teachers. They were all nice people. :)
Anyway, I'm getting bored typing this out, so I will stop, and tell you about what happened in maths class last week, with Mrs.Janice Tee, this year's form tchr.
We were refusing to pay attention in math class, and kept on asking her personal questions, until she got so frustrated, she was like " FINE! If you promise to do this worksheet by tomorrow, I will tell you my life story!!" SO we said yes...
Mrs. Tee: [pats her hair, which is permed] Samantha: Mrs. Tee, did you have straight hair, like, ever? Mrs. Tee: (ignores her and glares at Denise, who is -as usual- sleeping)
Hilary: Mrs.Tee, what are you're daughters names? Someone: Jenny and Jane.. Mrs. Tee: NO! I am not so crazy! It is Sophia and Evelyn.
Joycelyn: Mrs. Tee, did you have an arranged marriage? Mrs. Tee: I AM NOT SO OLD!!! (getting agitated)
Then we started asking her about her husband.. Evangeline: Mrs. Tee, how did you meet your husband? Mrs. Tee: (sigh) Why do you all want to know all these things?? I won't tell! Hilary: Is you husband a real estate agent? Mrs. Tee: If he was, why would I bother to teach here?? I would stay at home! Cheryl. S: Mrs. Tee, seriously, what does your husband do? Don't worry, we won't rob you.... Yanka: Is he a TEE-shirt designer?
Then, remember Mrs. Tee said she taught at ACS? So Me and Hilary asked her if she had taught Mr. Seow.
Mrs. Tee: I think he was in school while I was teaching there. But I don't think I taught him.. Or if I did, I don't remember- Mean Person 1: Did he fail math? Mean Person 2: I bet he did... Mean Person 3: Was he a loser? Mean Person 4: Did he sweat a lot when he was young? Mean Person 5: Did he have a ...girlfriend?? Mrs. Tee: [in a high-pitched voice] I-am-telling-you-that-I-did-not-teach-him-why-are-you-asking- Nat: (screams because Hilary threw a paper ball at her)
Then, you know, Mrs. Tee is quite petite, so she's not very tall right? Samantha: (in a mean voice) Mrs. Tee, how tall are your daughters? Mrs. Tee: TALLER THAN ME AND YOU!!! 3e: (Starts cheering for Mrs. Tee)
Newsflash: Yesterday, Hilary, Yuxi and Xianwen from 3e, MGS, saw Mr. Seow's chihuahua. Yes. (evil laugh) They were talking to him in the concourse after school and were bullying him, as I observed when I walked by with Meera Rajah. Later, upon meeting Hilary at the bustop, i regretfully realised that, had I stayed for five more minutes, I would have been able to give all of you a first-hand account of the incident.
Anyway, according to Hilary, he showed them his dog and was ruffling its fur and kissing it. Now, in class, whenever Mr. Seow mentioned "Baby" (his dog's name), i used to imagine a tiny dog the size of a rat. I'm not being rude. Admittedly, it was a rather..prejudiced view on chihuahuas. Anyway, apparently its not that small. So, he told our three witnesses not to touch it cuz it bites and barks.
Hilary: Its ears were small and pointed. Me: Was it like- Hilary: And its eyes were quite big. Sort of like- Me: Like- Both of Us: MEERA!!!!
Meera, there's nothing wrong with your eyes, btw. Its just that Baby has the same eyes. We're not trying to insult you.
So, come to think of it, they both have small ears, they both have big eyes, both don't like coming into contact with people (Meera shrieks and wriggles away if you even tap her shoulder) and both, ofcourse, bark and bite.
ps: I have obtained Meera's permission before typing this out. ------------------------
In other news,I hate HER.I really do. IMAGINE THIS SCENARIO: Your physics teacher is teaching your class an entirely new concept. (tip-to-tail diagrams to calculate mass and force and whatnot.) On the FIRST QUESTION of the FIRST EXAMPLE she's teaching you, you don't understand something about the diagram. You ask the people around you, but they don't really know. I mean, I didn't understand something about the scale, so I asked HER. So, you ask the teacher (just a reminder: TEACHERS are supposed to teach students and clarifywhat the student doesn't understand) a question, she pounces on you and screams in a hoarse, rasping voice: "GIRLS, LETS TELL OUR DEAR FRIEND HERE ABOUT THE SCALE." Some girls answer, so I'm like, okay, thanks, now I know, right?
But no, have you noticed how people with no lives like to carry on about things? "THIS SHOWS YOU HAVEN'T BEEN PAYING ATTENTION TO THE CLASS." Then she said some other rubbish which was really mean. What makes you think I'm not paying attention to the class? In fact, that physics lesson was one of the lessons which I paid the most attention to. I didn't fall asleep, I was just drawing those vomit-inducing diagrams the whole time. What makes you think I was staring out of the window or whatever? We were learning a totally new concept, and I was trying to understand the direction of the force before the incident. maybe thats why I didn't hear what you said? I mean, if we had been learning the diagrams for a while, and then i asked about the scale, sure, she had a reason to totally lose her temper (which admittedly, is a rather common occurence). And you could say that I could have asked her after class, but the question about the scale was really important, and if I didn't understand, I wouldn't have been able to draw any of the other diagrams.
Ofcourse, if I was a teacher who expected students to see my heavenly form enter the class, hear my lovely voice say "Girls, we are now going to learn tip-to-tail diagrams," and immediately understand every single thing about the topic, then seriously, I would get the hell out of the class. For the record, I would also stop talking about the normal acad boys I used to teach before coming to MGS and how I impacted their lives so greatly.I would instead go back and teach them, an action which would probably lower the suicide rate among MG students.
Thank you and goodbye.
That dartboard from Sec One's gonna have a new bullseye.
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
Saturday, April 14, 2007
12:00 am
Friday The Thirteenth.
That was yesterday. Now, I REALLY don't believe all that rubbish about ladders, and black cats, and all, but yesterday REALLY REALLY sucked.
The day started with me desperately trying to understand those dumb parallelogram diagrams for physics. Like wow. When I grow up, and I'm stuck in a lift or dying or whatever, I'm gonna SO need to draw those crappy things. (Do you realise how pissed of I am?) AND, Ms. Cheong hadn't really taught us the diagrams thing, so basically, on the day of the test, she was supposed to teach us the diagram, then we were supposed to sit for THE TEST. Ms. Cheong almost fainted during assembly, so people were kinda hoping there would be no test. But she came in, taught us the stuff, said she wasn't feeling well, and rushed out. No problem, I mean when people are sick, they're sick right? (Is she ano by the way?) But some weird substitute women, came in after that and started handing out the physics testpapers, BEFORE I COULD COPY STUFF MS CHEONG HAD TAUGHT US.
And I was like " Hey, wait! I don't understand what the test is about! Wait! Hey-" but then I had to start the test. Seriously, that substitute woman is BAD. Hahah, you know why I'm saying "bad" instead of "screwed up, ************, etc? Cuz i have decided to stop swearing! Won't last, but heck.I hate the dumb substitue woman. Pfft.
Interesting, random thing: My p5 form teacher was Mrs. Nonis. She was TOO nice. You see, in front of me sat this horrible, snivelly person called Joanne Ng. (I only realised she wasn't THAT bad in p6) and everyday, I used to throw stapler bullets at her. EVERY DAY. And at least ONCE every week she'd realise that I was throwing small, sharp objects at her hair, and she'd go and complain to Mrs. Nonis. Then, at least ONCE every two weeks, Mrs. Nonis would ask me to got with her to the library, where she'd try to get me to see the 'error of my ways,' not that it worked or anything. I still throw stapler bullets at people in class. BEWARE HILARY! Anw, these are some of the conversations. [Warning: Think I'm bad now? I was even worse in primary school. I just. Did. Not. Have. A. Conscience.I also didn't care about my reputation, because I didn't have one. I still don't but atleast I TRY, you know?]
Mrs. Nonis: Rivali, Joanne told me that you have been throwing stapler bullets at- Rivali: I know. Mrs. Nonis: .... -------
Mrs. Nonis: Girl, it is not nice to throw stapler bullets at people. It is making Joanne very, very upset. Rivali:(muttering) That was the point...
She kept on telling me that it was not nice to do this, and do that. Its like telling Ted Bundy, its not nice to murder people, darling. That. Does. Not. Work. But I'm not Ted Bundy. Really. --------
Mrs. Nonis: Rivali, why do you keep on upsetting Joanne? It is not nice to- Rivali: Haha. Mrs. Nonis: -____- --------
Yeah, maybe I'll post some quotes from primary school in my next post. Hahah.
So back to why Friday the Thirteenth was the most frickin' horrible day of my life.
So, after the physics test, we have...school, the recess, then Bio, where we got back our bio marks. I didn't do that badly. but 70% is not good when I got 92% the last time! Am I a nerd? Yes? Okay.
Actually, school was quite good, except that at the end of the day, I found out something that made me so very, very sad I almost cried. I felt guilty too. But every cloud has a silver lining, right? (Except the cloud called 'Physics.') Well, I just found out some really good news today which didn't make the bad news I heard that bad so its not that bad, savvy? And concerning the same matter, to Meera Rajah: YOU EFFING FRAUD. Damn right you don't care. When you first found out you were almost crying, and kept on going on about how upset and guilty you felt, and how much you would miss ____ and called me atleast five times today to ask whether it was true or not. So don't you friggin' pretend NOW, when you've had one day to get some control over your feelings. And I am NOT telling you anything.
Haaaarrhh...
Thursday and Friday, our class had a bake sale to raise money for Club Rainbow, an organisation for autistic children. We raised $800, mostly out of bullying little primary school children into spending all their money on it.And since the two periods before recess on Friday was Mother Tongue, Yanka, Naomi and me were able to help out during the primary recess. So, it was the three of us, two of Yanka's friends (Andrea and Daniella I think, who are not from our class but who cares), Cassie's mom, and Mr. Seow, manning the stall.
Little girl (Wearing blue hairband): Can I buy this? Me: Sure! It costs one dollar! Cassandra's mom: Aww, she's so tiny! (cuz Cassie's mom and Cheryl Yeong's mom came to help us out.) Little girl: (digging through her purse frantically) I... i only have 90 cents! (tears brim up in her eyes) Cassie's mom: But...er, we have a discount! Me: Yeah! Everyone with blue hairbands gets 10% off! Little girl: *runs away?* Me and Cassie's mom: -__________- ------------
Me: BUY THIS, YOU SHRIMP! Primary schoolgirl: [slowly backs away] I- I- i..bought on thursday! Me: BUY AGAIN, ITS FOR THE AUTISTIC CHILDREN. DON'T YOU WANNA HELP THEM??? Primary schoolgirl: But-but...I..I- *runs away* Me: (yelling after her) YOU HEARTLESS FREAK!!!! Primary schoolgirl: [almost starts crying)]
Hahaha. I found that immensely funny. Did you? No? Okay. ---------
So, on Wednesday, Yanka and Denise had made some Jelly hearts. They were really good to taste, but some of them looked like there was mould growing on them, even thought the 'mould' was actually cream which had splattered onto the jelly. So, we lied to the primary schoolers, saying that they were "Bouffant Hearts," which were made of a special jelly, from France. (My idea) And guess what? EVERY SINGLE JELLY HEART GOT SOLD OUT! Haha. THEN, AFTER THAT, BUSINESS WAS BOOMING, AND EVERYTHING GOT SOLD OUT, so we had to ask Cheryl's mom to go to cold storage one of our houses and buy pick up some of the extra brownies we had..... er, made. Hahaha.
Then, was Meera Rajah's recess time. What more can I say? Alot, actually.....
Meera: (skips by, trying not to appear interested in Mr Seow, who's innocently standing around.) Me: Meera! BUY EVERYTHING! YOU'RE RICH! YOUR FATHER IS A JUDGE! Meera: Okaayy...[pulls out wallet] But I don't wanna eat them, so you guys eat them, okay? [buys THREE muffins] Naomi: (says something about jelly hearts) Meera: There are JELLY HEARTS?? I want them! I wanna buy jelly hearts! Mr.Seow: (laughs evilly) Oh yes, Meera, you want a jelly heart, do you? Me: [pulls out a mouldy-looking squashed thing - one of the jelly hearts which were too bad to be sold.] Meera: (getting agitated and grossed-out) EEEEEWWWW...YUCK! I DON'T WANT IT! I DON'T WANT IT! Naomi: You said you wanted it.. Mr. Seow: Mwahahahaha... All of us: [laugh maniacally as Meera decides to buy muffins instead.] ---------------
Anything else? Oh yeah, on thursday, when we were selling the stuff, we told everyone we were selling at half-price, even though the price remained the same! (my idea again) I think I would be a very good businesswoman! Or a fraud, for that matter...
Anyways its late, (almost 2 a.m) so I''l blog about our superduperhilariousAmathslesson some othertime! Hahah.
Anyway, go here. Its Mr. Ong's Blog. Go to the post about Denise! (the second one I think) Superr funny! But poor Denise. I started laughing like mad when I read it.
loveRivali
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
Sunday, April 08, 2007
3:09 pm
Oh Gosh.
The last week has been a total emotional rollercoaster. I'm so so SO happy that everything's been cleared up.
Since late Monday night (or reeeaaallly early on Tuesday morning) I've been really really upset. I just didn't know what to do. A couple of smses just....turned my life upside down you know?
You know, different people have different things which mean alot to them in life. For some people its their career, for some its money.
For me, its the people close to me, like friends. Thats why this blog, right? All the crazy stuff me and my friends do in school and all. (Forget about the weird teachers just for now) So obviously when it seemed I was losing one of my really good friends, i was affected.
In school, I put up this I-don't-really-care,-if-she-could-do-this-then-its-better-that-we're-not-friends facade. But i used to come home and be really depressed and even cry because I just could not understand why how we could be such good friends last year, and just suddenly everything would get destroyed like that.
And there were lots of times when I'd pick up my phone to sms or call her, and then put it back down again thinking 'what if she doeesn't wanna talk? what if she tells me to just be friends with the people in my class?' and I just walked away from that phone. And I cried.
I think this week Hilary saw me stoning in class alot. Even Mrs. Tee was like "Reevaaalieee? Are you with us? I see this glazed look in you eyes.." and I was just thinking about all the stuff, you know?
I spoke to a few people about it, and they really helped me, cuz I was just so lost.
So, thanks Naomi, Yanka, Bat, Daphne, Amrit, and Su-lyn! Even Ling and Ting. Thanks for listening to me, and giving advice and reassurances, and sticking up for me. You guys really helped. <33333
Then, last night while I'm out, I get an sms. Its from her. My initial reaction was "omg, i didn't even talk to her this whole week, how can she be angry??"
then I opened the sms.
she said she was sorry, and that she had called my house, but i was out.
and asked me if i would, could I give her a call?
I was so relieved that I just stood there, in the middle of the party, looking at my phone.
Then, I smsed her back. What time is the latest I can call?
Anyway, I called her when I got home, at 11?
It was like,
"Hello?" "Hello.....Rivali?" "Sarah?"
then she started crying, and I started crying too. And we talked about loads and loads of stuff. We realized that we had both been too scared to approach the other. I found out that she had not been ignoring me, she just didn't know what to say. I found out that she too had been wondering if she should call, just like I had. I found out lots of things, and I'm really happy she even smsed and I'm happy that I replied instead of ignoring it.
Then the convo gradually shifted to 3g and 3e and 2e and teachers and all. Like, what? Banana-bombs and head prefects and Esty's boyfriends. It felt so good just to talk. :)
And I just wanna thank the people who listened to me when I was down. I love you guys! I love you Salad!
<33riv
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
