ge open house

ive been keeping a written diary for one week-plus now. you know all the long long blog entries on everyday events as well as special events? they still run in my written diary. ive written about ora food and fun fair (complete with pictures), swimming carnival, and am writing about ge open house.

ge open house. a mess of emotions.
at the start, felt anticipating and all that.
racist sentiments with the teacher added to the fun.
then after that all that angst from not being able to eat all the (warning: underestimation coming up) good food.
then the loss of not finding shayi.
the regret of having missed out the classroom part of the route, or else i could have found shayi and the parents.
the overwhelming feeling that ive done nothing much.
the anticlimax of the sudden ending of our duty (without having done anything much).
the confusion about the whole idea of sucking-up.
the surprise at the number of teachers who practice favoritism. and the disgust.
finally, the conversation in the dark with shida. realised a lot of things. the reason behind everything. heard a perspective, although i tend to disagree that RF would eventually be "forced" to practice favoritism.

a little bit of discussion on favoritism here. shall not name names because it's after all quite sensitive. basically this certain classmate commented that he can't stand this certain teacher because there'd be a bunch of suckers-up crowding around her. then i said that teachers are poor things, and we should make friends with them and there's nothing wrong. then he pointed out the idea that some teachers do practice favoritism and award disgustingly high marks to certain parties who curry flavour from them.

after the discussion with certain people, i maintain that we should like make friends with all teachers. but we must not make friends with the intention to like get more marks. there's nothing wrong with the former actually. it should be encouraged. teachers are, after all, humans too. they eat, they feel, they sleep, like humans do.

back to my diary. im not sure what's keeping my diary going now. all that im going to write won't be seen by anyone. would it, then, be worth my time?
the initial thrill of having to blast ANYONE worn off already, almost completely.
the purpose of keeping my diary on an eighty-page popular exercise book is so that i can turn back any time and return to blogging. and i think im going to do so soon.