Mow.

^ Ouch.
Cursed scotchtape thingy. Thankfully, only the dried blood at the bottom can be seen.
You wouldn't want to see how it punctured my skin, forming holes levelling deeper at an angle of about 10 or 15 degrees.
And you wouldn't want to see how the shredded skin dangled.
This was taken while I was waiting for my organ lessons to start.
I sound gruesome.
OUCH.

At least it didn't hurt too much when I played my songs...
It hurt more when I picked up a book or something.

I remember before physics... I tripped and fell on my elbow on the table. 44kg plus gravity plus height plus speed; as I gritted my teeth and withstand the pain, I thought to myself.
"If I broke my arm, I wouldn't have to sit for the physics paper."
"But what if I can still go to school... it's my left arm after all... well, I guess I'll have to bring the physics book to the hospital."
I didn't break my arm, obviously. It's just sore after that fall, and there's probably a slight bruise.

This reminds me of Khadeza. The morning of the chemistry paper, she looked across the road. And she thought, "If I get knocked down by the bus now, I don't have to sit for Chemistry."

And on the morning of A maths paper, when I punched the wall in frustation, I thought.
"Luckily I'm using my right hand. If my fist bleed, I can't write. Hey, no A maths!"

MOE.. are you seeing this? This is what you do to secondary
school students!! Rawr.

posted by Michelle @ 5:20 PM