I was forced to go for my french class again. I hated the idea but if I don't go, I'll get eaten by sharks.

I forgot my ez-link card so I had to go get it. I really took my time. The class was at three, got there by four and already was starving. I headed to the Office to ask where Mr Daniel Chan's class was. The conversation went:

Me: May I know where Mr Daniel Chan's class is?
Lady: (stares) Why you don't know?
Me: ...because I've not been attending!? (rolls eyes)
Lady: Tsk... (looks at a timetable)

She asked me the same rotten question last year! So I hesitantly headed to classroom 1-01 and got greeted "Bonjour!" by the teacher and had to sit with someone from Raffles Girls' to share the textbook. I almost died in that classroom of boredom. For break time, I just grabbed licorice and wandered around the school, looking at bulletin boards. I felt like a loner.

Back in class, we were asked to do a petition of some sort but I was surprised the teacher didn't assign me to a partner like he did to the others.

He did small talk with me.

He said that I could bring my school work to french class so that I won't have to waste my time just sleeping and staring blankly at the screen. I, a total loner, walked on the long stretch(pat would know which) alone. The way home was really fast, though. Ahhh...

So, today, was as fast as lightning. The last period was F&N (awesomeness), and got to bake Swiss rolls! We got to use the mixer for the pastry. It was hard, hard, hard work. We had to have perfect thickness so that it wouldn't crack when we roll it later on. So P and I took turns whisking and when it was her turn, I would headbang, retarded, yes I know.

The swiss roll of ours was fabbity fab!

In the canteen, I had a spasm attack and disturbed 'Aza wazza KA shabalazengzangzong' while she was eating. This fat kid pushed me when I was about to board the bus, how whack is that, I'mma hunt him down if I could... grr!

Reached home and ate my ass off.