Sunday, December 21, 2008

My new second-hand furniture, revamped




The furniture I picked off the sidewalk. The milk crates were stacked together and the chair gets a new dress.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Middle School

Middle school is probably the most confused time in a person’s life. Well, mine was. As a proof, I never knew when to come back to school after a school holiday. And since we didn’t have a telephone, and I didn’t know my friends’ address, let alone how to get there, I usually just follow my big sister’s schedule, even though she was in high school and I was in middle school. Then there were the homework, uniform, school books, hats, ties, and all those mumbo-jumbo designed to confuse me even more. Did I ever wrote about the time I went to school a day BEFORE the test. The school was empty, of course.

Middle school was hell on Earth. I was so nervous all the time if somebody had shouted Boo! behind me I would have had a heart attack and died. And I couldn’t follow some of the subjects, like math and physics. I just followed the teacher’s movement and all I could hear was bla…bla…bla… Very often we were asked to do long exercises and I was bored, bored, bored. So I started to hum all the 80s top hits from the Billboard Top 40 list to entertain myself. A friend warned me that my humming was audible. What a kill-joy. The teachers never heard what I said when I spoke. How could they hear me hum? So when a teacher paced down the aisles, I stopped humming when he/she is within a meter away, then I continued again.

One day I found I could move my ears. I was highly amused. I showed off to all my family and friends. I thought I could hear better when I moved my ears, so I practiced in class, when the teachers are explaining the lessons. Left ear…right ear… both ears… and again…

My dear IKIP educated teachers, some of them really sucked, like the PE teacher who made me run until I threw up, or the craft teacher who called me monkey for coming late (I wish I had reported her to Mom. I’m sure Mom would have ‘taken care’ of her. Hehehe…). But most of them, I didn’t realize until today, were so kind and well-trained that they tolerated my antiques without so much as a blink.