Elevator Music?

I am feeling disgustingly happy today.
I wasn't even sure that was possible.

Even though i have just drunk plum wine which i am sorry to report tastes very fermented. But my father went " Its wine" very matter-a-factly.So i am not disposed to argue about am i.

I woke up todays to another pop-song and foot-ball match analysis.
And i ate a banana. ALthough its probaly not the best thing to pop into your mouth in the early morning because its dry and sticky at the same time.

I don't know,then we discussed about cliques today. Especially at girls school,personally i blame it on western movies like mean girls that spawn a whole new generation of regina george wanna-bes. Except that we can't because all of us are wearing school uniforms which makes setting trends a bit more difficult.

I also found ozone depletion really nice today because the polar caps are melting.Its nothing to be happy about.I know we could all drown but the thought of human beings destroying ourselves by using all sorts of chemicals and that we were so stupid not to see it till late.

Which was why i was doodling in my diary "Stupid is as Stupid Does"

By recess time half the class was gone.the classroom was empty and it was a serene change because normally its seems to be bursting at seams with all the laughs and personality.38 might be fun.

We did comperhension for english. Its not an excitable reason but it was because i didn't really need to flex my brain.

Then it was the last lesson of E.lit with Mrs Sushilla and half he class wasn't even there to say goodbye. I don't think i will miss her dearly or anything but it would mean one less good teacher around.

I mean she was one dynamic teacher even though she waas turning sixty. Her persona seems to empower her subject which is a really good thing because it breaths life into her teaching.

I have his theory that some teachers are like wine, finer as they age.Their experience gives the right taste to the students ofcourse,they age gracefully,willing to change with the times and whatever.But really is the way of teaching that counts.

I mean look,Ms Quek is a really good teacher ,she loves math and she shows it.She grows on you.

New teachers straight from the N.I.E are really flat or as Isabelle said about people being one-dimensional,although i am pretty sure one-dimensional is a line.Its just that they give the really silly impression that they might have been manufaactured by the dozens.Its so commercial i am surprised there is no factory churning out teachers.Fine its not true of all teachers,but its true of most.I am sure many of them will be better when they are older.

I even picked out a pink book today by meg cabot,not that i have anything against pink books,but i picked it up without thinking "ugh this is pink" I also found the source of my inspiration for one of my essays. Did i mention that i actually enjoyed Algebraic Manipulation today?

I have been weirded out i am sure Weiling is having the time of her life playing her french horn.I think she is good if practising till her face is red is any testimonial. Perhaps i will get some clips from the jubilate.

I am just feeling so optimistic.Its not normal.

Seriously
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