this happened yesterday, really, but my traumatised soul needed to recover a little while first. I like Ms Wang, the teacher. She treats us like human beings. That is to say, the teacher-student divide isn't a mile wide. She reminds me of Mr Chan, and Mr Teo, and Mrs Kuan. But what makes her really special is that she can actually connect with us. There are those who try, and there are does who make it. She makes it. Of course, i don't really enjoy listening to everything she says, but i guess it's all part of learning self-censorship ( i know this is the wrong term to use, but in a way it's the best censorship you can attain). I guess as you grow up, you learn to have selective memory, and selective hearing. And perhaps this is the only way she knew how to connect to all the guys in my class. They did seem to absorb alot o.O ardent worshippers of my legs, come kiss them goodbye!
Kidding. But the days of having shu nu legs are over, circa a couple of weeks back, when Touch Rugby started. I've got multiple, wicked bruises all over my shin, from misplaced knees. And my knees are skinned (free shaving), because of all the fantastic dives i've had to do.... speaking of which, mud is my best friend. SO WHAT if it's messy, anything's better than the awful hardened mud that feels like sharp stones against you skin.
Still, i'm glad i joined. JOIN TOUCH! oh, and who's interested in joining the touch rugby competition?