day: eighty seven to ninety

Since I was too lazy to blog properly and leave it a whole week behind. I shall recite my last week of school in poetry form.

day: eighty seven
Morning commerce flew by like the swift air it was. The swift air that left you feeling empty notebook-ness and without a knowledge in the world. Beautiful religion seemed hopelessly depressing as the blue skies passed by like the bland laptop background in which my low scoring happiness tests were displayed oh so gracefully. Assignments, assignments, where art thou maths assignments in period three? Left undone, thy human could not give less of a crap. After the school day went by, I greeted tutor with the lovely absence of that annoying scoundrel.

day: eighty eight
I shan't be pessimistic about thy lovely English class in which thy poetic language has aided me in the journey of prose but nobody had finished thy important work and neither did thy teacher. Humanities, I hope that yonder window breaks because I would love to jump out thy window. Ditto to Commerce. Ditto to Science. Oh no, but what did Science have in store for me? A test nonetheless! Oh what surprise.

day: eighty nine
Mathematics again, oh too soon to contemplate the beginning of my assignment. Japanese, at last, my relief from the boring-ness of measuring kitchen benchtops. Humanities again, I pray to never be so doubtful that I would ever enjoy these minutes of pure loathing and boredom. End of day, as the school sun was descending near the salvation of the end school bell, melted I. Melting in the depths of the computer room until the school bell had released me from my de-oxygenated environment.

day: ninety
 Praise the Lord and give thanks for such an uneventful ceremony at the school hall. Shan't it be inevitable that such a boring ordeal would evoke such pain in one's tearful yawning eyes. Last Japanese class, I shall miss dearly. Last maths class, I shan't miss dearly. Last advanced maths class I shall be honoured to part ways for two weeks. Last religion class, oh why shall I be so happy to not be in your existence for the next two weeks.

I may have drifted off into being non-poetic but it's pretty tiring trying to think of stuff like this. No morals unfortunately, I think beautiful writing like this will be sufficient.