The Ripped Soul

She stared at me during her class. Whatever. But I like her. Okay. I can't believe I just typed that, but yeah. She's the only teacher who doesn't make things seem obvious.

Ann-ie confronted me as she exited 4-2. She's cool too. Doesn't ask me questions about why I did what I did. Why I said what I said. Just asked me how i fared for the orals, and when is my next paper. Nothing of the blog. Nothing.

And I like it that way.

Meanwhile, when I came home, I saw that my post was filled. Nobody knows how to delete all those information, and I have to wait for MONTHS till the history is cleared. Un-freaking-believable.

So yes, teachers out there! You can choose to read it, or not. My advice is the latter. Don't. And don't tell me to do something about it, because there's nothing I can do. I can't delete those information you read because the blog is no longer in my control.

Other than that, life still goes on. 2 more days to the weekend. Raahhh.

And this just IN: The youth choir of SS's not singing for the midnight mass this year.

YAY! We can sit together at the back and sing. Or we can go to the cathedral and hear angels sing. Or.. we could just party all night at wherever on Christmas and well, sing together the next morning. Which, in my opinion, IS highly NOT acceptable.

Whatever.