To my literature teacher ;

Eh please lah, you're being so fuckin' pathetic, y'know. Almost half of our class were told to sit on the floor including me. I'm pissed. Seriously. You're the one who said that we've wasted alot of time but you're the freakin' one who kept on exaggerating. C'mon lah, 'cher. Must we ask you permission of everything that we're gonna do? Even passing a calculator to someone beside us?! Pathetic, isn't it? & Please, stop treating us like a child. We're already in secondary 1, and we're 13. You make literature the most hatest subject, man. You always have to come in to our class and give that fucking annoying face, ask us to stand up like a fool,waiting to freaking greet you while you're busy talking 'bout our attitude and stuffs. Errghh, i hate you! & I hardly understand what you're saying sometimes. Sigh. & Please remember this, we, 107, didn't want to be rude to you. But you're getting much more annoying than i thought it should be. I'm sick and tired of you. You know that?

Hope you retire soon!

School was awesome! IH was great. We were told to do a project. We either build a volcano or a river.