today has been quite a tiring and yet productive day. i guess i'm beginning to dread days in the hols with absolutely nothing to do, which is a good thing i guess. boring and unbearable bio and math lecutres were damn stupid and i totally didn't want to listen anymore.

for gp, we decided not to watch munich, but this show called "dui4 bu4 qi2 lao3 shi1", which ms nair brought. its a very i-not-stupid-like show with it being centred around education. i agree that it was a tad too dramatic at some parts, with its cliches especially at the teacher-pushes-boy-away-to-take-the-knock-from-the-car-for-his-sake scene. but i think beneath those cliches, the message it was sending was a simple and very true one. that teaching is truly an extremely challenging and yet nobel profession, for the simple fact that teachers place their students before self and desire not personal fame and glory but the true wellbeing of their students. i definitely have had my fair share of bad teachers, some who totally showed no liking for teaching, others who loved to teach but did not know how to, and just others who have been much jaded by the years of teaching. but i have also seen my memorable share of good teachers, who sought not just to impart knowledge but somehow mould their students' lives for the better.

and i think with that, the last day of school ended on a very appropriate note.

the last day of school also got me thinking of the number of years we have left to be in mainstream education. one more year and everyone will be gone on their own paths. a few more years in the university and we're ready to enter the workfore, to enter "adult life". on the train, i saw two ladies dressed in identical outfit - black working suit and matching black skirt. i guess for many of us, the end of school-life means the chance to break free from "fashion inhibitions" and to dress up for work everyday. but as we enter the mediocrity of adult life, are we giving up our physical uniforms and donning new ones? this time the uniform is the very life that we are leading?

it's scary to think so, but i think it has some truth.

after gp lesson, went down with yan min to kent ridge secondary for some mural painting cip. in the heavy rain, damn. but the cip turned out quite ok, and wasn't as boring as i dreaded. even though i can't paint or draw for nuts. then rushed back for threesome, as in the rp production. i guess it wasn't that fantastic but a worthwhile effort nonetheless. my favourite play of all would have to be the first one, the one that i initially did not really like, that is the "three fat virgins." it's abstract but leaves an impact and till now i'm still trying to figure out why they used "virgins" as such a major theme in that play.

that's all for now, going climbing tomorrow, and climbing training is something i am much in need of.