Near to the End

      There's only 1 week left till school ends. 6 months ago, I would be delighted. But now, I feel complicated. Somehow, I was a part of my class now, and It's hard to leave to some other class in Form 2. Although next year I would get luck and end up with 1 or 2 people from my class, but it wouldn't be the same anymore.

       What differs our class from other classes is that being in 1A9 is just like going into a popular drama, He digs her, she digs him etc. In this year, our class has accomplished a few prizes. One of the people in our class who got the most prizes is 'Badminton Boy', as teachers call him. I get that teachers don't appreciate his terrific skills, and only care about grades and exams.

      This class is almost as perfect as my previous class. Almost. What made our class famous was our discipline. We were known the noisiest class in Form 1, and when our class got that honorary name, people would point the finger at us monitors. Luckily,blaming incidents have never happened, which makes our jobs much more pleasant.

      Our class is packed with laughter and jokes, thanks to 'Badminton Boy', again. When a teacher says something sternly, he would always blurt out random comments, and we would all laugh so loud that our chaotic noises would overrule thunder.

      In the last week of school, we all plan to bring some 'interesting' games to school, and not bored board game (rule out chess). We have to use this 1 week wise and nice, or we are going to end up regretting and feeling depressed for the rest of.........the holiday.

      As you know, I hate regretting. So I'm bringing cards and darts, to cheer my fellow mates up this week....