  "every sound is a comeback, every moment is a little bit later" highlight of this week must be the ongoing scgs-anderson catfight. no, i don't understand this school spirit business, what more with two people who have not met before slinging mud at each other... all in the name of school. the problem is that things are never that romantic. at maris stella, students are frequently screwed. they care more about frosting the fucking glass panels on the staircase to the office more than they do about an ailing LCD projector in the class (putting a stop to many of those stupid lessons where they stuff a million words per slide for reading pleasure), a dead wall clock, or the bee nest that's on the roof just above my classroom (we're on the top floor). yes, a fucking bee nest. action? none. and when a stupid aircon unit sputters (or threatens to sputter) to bring the staff room air temperature up by some notches, some guy comes almost immediately to twiddle the compressor. oh, the air-con men come frequently to twiddle with the inverters. and the teachers all have a yearly getaway to heaven knows where. and the teachers openly defy all sanctions not to invade the eternally superior (and eternally cheaper) primary school canteen before 1pm, because they're not students and they don't apply for students-only oppression and rules and sanctions. i'll just take that teachers who dye their hair, dress skimpily and routinely refer to students as animals (i know of some teachers who do) count under "essential conditions that will differentiate the teacher from the students". because, apparently, if the teacher were roundly reminded that he or she was probably not much different from choice animal due to genetic makeup and animal-like behaviour, said student would face a public apology, caning and a suspension.
at the least. oh, i can't *wait* to leave this stupid shithole of a school. just remember, marists, when you go for that leavers' day dinner, that the money they could have used to give you international cuisine at a good hotel has gone into a jacuzzi, a yearly teachers-only get-away, air-conditioners and tastefully expensive iMacs on every teachers' desk (we can't use our class iMacs).
and the frosting on the glass panels of the staircase to the office. all at the cost of student safety (if some TWIT from my class dares to poke the hive with a bamboo pole, and there are some), at student education, yadda yadda. i have to go drown my anger with a bit of midnight snack now. bye. 
