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Wednesday, April 04, 2007DAMNIT.Ok this is gonna be a PROPER BLOG POST. So here goes. The lessons today weren't very interesting. Maybe the HCL class was fun. But am too lazy to elaborate so 'shall leave it at that. CHOIRCHOIRCHOIR. It was crazy. Really bad. Ms L talked, scolded, screamed, then (I think) teared, shouted, left. Ms Y talked, frowned, lamented, cried, left. I won't be able to replicate the whole scale of things here because I've calmed down, but seriously Choir was ... today. I don't want to say that. But it really did. Some people cried. I did too. WTH. Never thought that the first time I cried in TK would be because of Choir. Anyway. So drama right. PSSH. Thanks though to Elsa, Fiona and whoever else who calmed me down and went "it's ok it's ok". Poor Choir Comm. Then after that Ms N just had to come and talk to us... Which honestly pissed us off even more. It certainly did not help the crying people to feel better or whatever. Marianne and I later had a really interesting conversation on the bus about all that had happened. I don't know what to say about this anymore... Initially we all thought that we really did stand a chance at getting GWH if only we'd get serious and practice real hard. But looking at the way things are now, we should be thankful for even getting a gold. I'm actually preparing myself mentally for a silver. Which is wrong. But in *circumstances like these, it's hard to be optimistic. Yeah sure a GWH will be a great thing. We'd be able to feel that sense of accomplishment, our seniors would be proud of us, the school's reputation for excelling in the performing arts will continue to be upheld and blah. We need both 1, a mircle, and 2, a spirit that will help us to cheong all the way and just give it all we've got. Pray for us. And together, we'll hope and do all we can for the best. Because deep down within us, we know that we just can't afford that silver. Deborah Labels: CHOIR T_T |