Returned

This morning, out of 1400 sisters, only 20 have come home.

That included me and nineteen other S1W classmates.

Why were we at 1, Jordan Road at 7.30 am in the morning? Because of some irresponsible bitches. We were supposed to do a display board that was related to Green awareness or something like that but the girls in charge just posted up the few measly words of "Recycle!", "Reduces pollution!" or something like that and basically did NOTHING. How shitty is that? On Friday afternoon, Jasmine realised our board wasn't done yet and had to hand it in 3 day later (Monday.) We were like "WHAT THE FUCK?" So we had to come back on a SATURDAY!
And this morning, the PICs ("people in charge") were there, not doing anything but just hogging the classroom com and PLAYING FUCKING SONGS. So, naturally, the leadership roles fell on Farrah Ophelia, the only ones who actually bothered to bark orders and do the board.

This morning, when I stepped into the classroom, it was as if I had stepped into a dumpster! There were stacks and stacks of newspaper (including the disgusting smell of the ink), most of them crumpled into balls for decor. A small pile of magazines (contributed by me), a pile of old CDs (again, contributed my moi), some bubble wrap (from me as well), the room smelled of ink and coffee and the air was pierced by screams of "WHERE IS THE STAPLER?!!!" and "WHERE IS THE TAPE?" and "WHY IS THERE NO TAPE?" and "GO NEXT DOOR AND ROB THEM OF THEIR STAPLERS AND TAPE!!" and "I NEED UHU GLUE!!" as well as "HURRY UP!!!! HEY! WHERE'S THE NEWSPAPER BALLS?!!" Then Farrah was ordering us to be back on Monday morning to finish it up. Damn it!!!!!

Then I ended it with a cheery "Good morning ladies!" :)