It must be the early-morning rush that survived in the blood. How else could I explain the streak that stayed at the edge of my lips for the entire day? It's not sufficient nor convincing, but the only sign of abnormality lay in that fact that I faced the computer screen at 6.05am, artificial light without the morning lights, before doubling back to normality like a child who remembered the way home after having ambled a few metres down a foreign path. Today it might be strange but I've been feeling the urge to be irresponsible and daring, the dangerous sort that spells nothing but trouble. I slammed my notes shut loudly during the moment in Chemistry when my pens fell out onto the ground and out of sight, and it struck me like glass cracking all over a calm demeanour, that today I seemed different. During Math I had wandered in and out of class discussions and teacher's inquiries, idly wondering what would happen if I suddenly got up and walked out. Probably damaging to my record, but the frightening thing was that I had come so close to it it actually began to feel like a feasible idea. Nevertheless I asked myself what was this all for?To...? Make some noise, stir up this conformity, tell the world 'I'm not the girl you think I am. Heck, I'm the effing revolutionary inside!'
I suppose there isn't much of a use in a sitting protest, given rather sketchy motives. Yes, I would rather be subdued and poring over mathematical theorems and disputing syllabus-approved topics in a sane manner like the other people.
The ghosts and mad impulses have been left to wander too far.
Topic grazed upon during GP: random movies including Iron man 2, Californication, Las Vegas, CSI:Miami/NY/Crime Scene Investigation (Go Grissom.), Criminal Minds (with a mild fangirl moment over Dr Reid), 'linguistic abilities', unbelievable O Level oral results, Royal Pain, all in an hour or less. Probably less. It's interactive, though I feel guilty not finishing up on the essay outline.
I have not tried sleeping in class as I find it rather disrespectful. Mr Huang is nice, his linguistic abilites are awesome and it is rather unfortunate that I end up guiltily indulging in a book sometimes at the back of the class/ people sleeping and the other surprising happenings in class.
Also there is something rather disconcerting about having more than ten people watch you sleep.
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