It's that time of the year again. Photographs day. It is the day many people dread. The boarding house girls flock to their friends for hairstyle ideas and decide whether they should sneak some foundation or lipstick past the unnecessarily stressed out Ms Powell, who screams "Pull your tie up!" or "Put your hair behind your shoulders!" over and over again (Some may wonder whether she says these things in her sleep!). Some girls don't give a rat's ass, though - but that's highly unlikely.

The boarding house wakes up at seven in the morning. Everybody reluctantly and gravely moves out of bed and heads for the bathrooms. Soon, everybody picks up pace. Teeth. Face. Face. Face. Face. Face. Face. Hair. Hair. Hair. Hair. Hair. Hair. Hair. Face. Face. Hair. Breakfast is either skipped or rushed into the schedule. The prim and proper looking boarders move down to the sports centre, where all the group photographs are taken. Everybody is still fixing up their hair. I know I am, for a fact. I still try to fix up my hair after ruining its shape with Jude's strong hair wax. My hair makes me look like a cone head. The boarders photograph is taken. I'm glad I made it from first to third row this year.

The rest of the day, is filled with photographs. Stage photographs, Year photographs, House photographs, Drama photographs, Music photographs, Mock Trial photographs, D of Ed photographs and Individual photographs. It's crazy. It's all crazy. There are people running everywhere at every minute of the day. Teachers get lazy when getting to class because they know their students aren't going to be there anyway.

It seems to be a great custom that on the day of our senior photographs, the weather is horrid. It rains. It gets as humid as KL on a bad day. People's hair get ruined. People's blazers get wet, and apparently, in result turns smelly. I don't understand why the weather had to pick this specific day to cry, and then not bother wiping the tears away.

I had my photograph taken one too many times today. Usually, if you're an inactive student in the school's community, you would only have to go for Stage, Year, House and Individual photographs. Oh, the joy of being part of the school community! Towards the end of last year, I joined three bands - three extra photographs are taken. Three more of the lining-up processes must be done. This, in addition with the disgusting weather (which strongly reminds me of KL), kills me, along with all the other students who have their photographs taken repeatedly throughout the day.

Oh, but I am well! I did my English speech and Biology practical test last Tuesday, both in the morning before recess. It was all right, I suppose. What do you want me to say about an assessment? It was shit damn right it was yeaaa?

Maths next Tuesday (about some function crap, which I am failing to comprehend). Modern History on Wednesday (something about... analysing a source of Emily Wilding, or someone like that). Tildesley Tennis Tournament next Thursday. The joys of being in Year 11.

I am counting the days to my departure from this land. I can't wait to get back. I can taste the roti canai and ais milo already. I have so many plans for this break. I want to start part time work at the Coffee Bean nearby my apartment, or at Starbucks or just somewhere interesting!

I haven't felt this impatient like this in a very long while.
I simply cannot wait.

Oh, by the way, I made it on the school's newsletter. My name, for the first time, was printed for Best & Fairest for a tennis match we played last weekend. Hip-hip-hooray to me :)



Cheers :)