When did you last see an all-caps headline on my blog! Three days of Dr Musselman left… I’m almost sure I won’t wake up to each day with the same energy and enthusiasm after he’s gone. 😦 I literally trot to class. When lessons threaten to end I nervously glance at the ticking hands of the clock and silently wish time could just stop.
He’s got so much to offer, and I feel terribly humbled and grateful to be able to learn from him. It’s not just history he’s teaching, he’s teaching us how to be a better person! How many teachers actually do that these days?
I got reminded of my lower sec History teacher Mrs ___ (i can’t bleddy remember her name, unsurprisingly) and how her humorless, deathly boring lessons made me loathe and nearly fail the subject. Then again, maybe I should blame the adolescent, deathly playful ME, not her.
Volunteered for this one-off recyclables collection yesterday at Thomson Gardens; there was just not enough to go round in that estate as too many organizations are collecting recyclables from the residents. Surely it doesn’t take much work to prevent overlapping collection? Pointlessly, again, some volunteers actually packed old newspapers in brand new plastic bags! My lone protests fell on deaf ears, and I could only watch helplessly as we took a step backwards in our “bid to save the environment” under the scorching sun.