I think my tuition teacher has PMS.
The way she reads deep into my flaws pisses me off.
And she doesn't like interruptions.
In fact, she interrupts me when I try to make my statements.
It's like a debate, with only her talking.
It's called a lecture.
It was reaaally harsh. I cried. But without tears rolling down.
I'm glad they didn't roll down.
I'm sure she saw my eyes glistening though.
Then she kept quiet. Talk so much, talk talk talk.
I did my comprehension properly, I did my best.
God was there with me; He knew I was on the brink of tears.
So the whole problem was about me talking too much english.
Well, at least during her lesson.
I wish I had a principal who talked Chinese more often.
But that isn't possible anymore, because there are other races besides Chinese in QTSS.
I have to pull up my socks for Chinese.
And use much more good vocabulary in my speech.
Imagine how my Chinese Oral will turn out to be.
I dare not think :/
I guess I'm one of those kids who love chinese. I like it, and maybe that's why I excel in it.
But maybe I don't now, because I get influenced easily.
So the point is: Chinese words aren't getting harder, it's my brain that has been simplifying everything.
It's very bad.
John, stop insulting your own intelligence! :D
But thanks for being online at this time.
Because it feels good venting anger out on the keyboard to someone on MSN who actually thinks of solutions for me.
I'm smart. I know it. (you know that too xD)
But I'm just lazy.
Oh fuck my lazy bones/mind.
Up up up! WO YAO ZUO GE QIN LAO DE XUE SHENG!
God, I need you on this one.
There's cell tonight, and I'm leading cell worship next week :)
