OK so I finally got to attend training. I waited long enough alright. But it was quite pissing at some parts. Talked to Isabelle a little, then coach asked me to clean this puddle of water with a cloth, totally felt like some housekeeper. I started off with a match against some girl who was already upset. Well I didn't do too well either, won 2 lost 2 before winning the last. Isabelle was asking for Deirdre and Hanzhi. She felt that she wasn't doing fine either. They did come eventually, so did Benedict, whom I had been looking for. Then, Ziping, and twins. Awesome. Next was doubles, and today, I found out I disliked 2 particular AT girls. So rude for their age, to someone much older. Well, I had to pair with one of them while Darrel took the other. Doubles match in our favour.
Following that match, I was made to play 三分 with the 5 girls, including the 2 of them, while Darrel got to do singles with Deirdre while Benedict and Darren, doubles against Hanzhi and Isabelle. I was irritated, right from the start。 叫人也要喊几次，又没礼貌地喊，你已为你是谁啊！ I was so glad it lasted only one set, because we were then called to play Doubles. I got Darrel back, and coach promised us a drink each if we got 100% win. First was against Isabelle and one of those girls, was a standard comeback match, but we still got the win. Quite a few tycos, and Isabelle has now been added to the list of people who officially cannot 吃 my 发球.
Next was, those 2. Well they were incredibly unfocused and annoying because they kept laughing and didn't play seriously. For giving us an easy win though, I didn't mind. The third game was us against 2 more nicer girls, well, quieter. We took this too, though we lost a set. We waited to face Deirdre and Hanzhi, because Isabelle now had 小马 as her partner and they were playing an intense match against Benedict and Darren. Several disputes over the score came up, but in the end Benedict and Darren lost, then we were told to stop. And I did want to play against Deirdre and Hanzhi, but they would probably have resulted in our downfall and cost us the 100% win, so maybe it was better that way.
We then did 三分 with them, guys vs girls. Twins + Me vs Deirdre Hanzhi Isabelle. Well as usual, funny outcomes as each ball was important. We won the first set, lost the second, ended the third at 11 because it was taking too long. Well ok 12, because they decided to say deuce, and that sneaky Isabelle only said to end at 11 when they were there. I don't know what happened, but I think I got tired during the second set and started to fail. That probably resulted in constant losses, I guess.
Sunday, 16 January 2011
2011, a currently ok start off. I love being on the top floor, towering over the rest, even though I'm short. Current state of events is that I'm coping with work. I am going to try and improve myself in terms of character and academic performance.
First week, I wanted to turn up for training, but camp killed that plan. The week after, or Wednesday, Level Test was in the way. Level Test was an unusually stressful period, for a test not given the weightage of an exam. Well, A-Maths was fine, I thought I would do badly here, comparing to last year's results, but I looked through my paper and found that I actually knew how to do everything, but the amount of careless mistakes were horrifying, I was so shocked when I saw that that was actually the cause of my poor result.
Physics, killed everyone. Really everyone. No one could tell me that they found it ok, all were expecting a fail. I found the paper unfair because we had not been tested on the topics included before and those topics were the majority of the questions. The Level Test was supposed to cover everything from last year including anything taught during the 2-week holiday class, but naturally most of us would study everything taught during term time as it consisted of more topics, but well, we still have to know this in the end so I guess it's better to fail now.
I studied hard for Chemistry that night, but didn't cover everything. The paper turned out to be everything that I had mastered in addition to the parts that I studied for. As I was again quite unfamiliar with the newer chapters, I was not sure how to answer the questions. At least it felt a lot better than "I don't know" as Physics made me feel so.
Biology was ok again, such a relief because I didn't want another paper like Physics, and it was also the last test. Stress would be over, temporarily as I face many more upcoming tests. I would finally be free to go for training, after a month. I really wanted to go but holiday, Level Tests and the Camp prevented that.
Friday, Pig's Eye Dissection. I was even more afraid of this than I had felt when cutting up it's heart. Eyeballs are a vital organ and they are very fragile. Once gone, they cannot be replaced, unlike livers and kidneys where transplants are possible. They are also very vulnerable to small sharp objects. The thought of having someone touch my eyeball was painful, but to have a knife through it with me alive, I'd rather be dead, I doubt I can take the agony. It also feels very unsafe to have just one eye, and you actually become more unsure with one eye in terms of reaching for objects.
So, in pairs. Our teacher demonstrated a dissection. The way he scrapped the skin of it, cut it's muscles away, then let the black vitreous humour leak out was disgusting. Flipping it inside out to see the blind spot was less so, but I still wouldn't want anyone playing with my eye like that. When we had to do it ourselves, I tried to be nice to the eye, didn't use too much force, resulted in failure, of course. Taking out it's lens was revolting. It's like having someone pull out your eyeball from it's socket, just that the lens is the eyeball and the eyeball is the socket. The jelly-like lens was flicked around, it seemed like it could split any moment, and that's terrible if it does happen in your eye. I even got a few pictures at the risk of my phone being taken away, but it was only done on request.
Saturday. Dental appointment. Got that bracket back in place, tightened a little. Went for training at 2.20. I was at the transfer stop at 2:55. 10 buses that I could have taken, came by, one of them, 4 rounds, except the one that I needed. I was frustrated by that. Every bus that came by, I hoped so hard for it to be it, but no. Then, when I finally got to school at 3.20, I found out that the hall was occupied, by painters. Really mad at what just happened. Everything that I went through, all the time that I was prevented from attending training, then finally getting the chance to come, took the long journey here, and this had to happen, training was cancelled because of painting. Well, that ends my day of any interesting activity, now I look forward to getting replies that training is on tomorrow, so that I can get to see my juniors, after a very long time.
First week, I wanted to turn up for training, but camp killed that plan. The week after, or Wednesday, Level Test was in the way. Level Test was an unusually stressful period, for a test not given the weightage of an exam. Well, A-Maths was fine, I thought I would do badly here, comparing to last year's results, but I looked through my paper and found that I actually knew how to do everything, but the amount of careless mistakes were horrifying, I was so shocked when I saw that that was actually the cause of my poor result.
Physics, killed everyone. Really everyone. No one could tell me that they found it ok, all were expecting a fail. I found the paper unfair because we had not been tested on the topics included before and those topics were the majority of the questions. The Level Test was supposed to cover everything from last year including anything taught during the 2-week holiday class, but naturally most of us would study everything taught during term time as it consisted of more topics, but well, we still have to know this in the end so I guess it's better to fail now.
I studied hard for Chemistry that night, but didn't cover everything. The paper turned out to be everything that I had mastered in addition to the parts that I studied for. As I was again quite unfamiliar with the newer chapters, I was not sure how to answer the questions. At least it felt a lot better than "I don't know" as Physics made me feel so.
Biology was ok again, such a relief because I didn't want another paper like Physics, and it was also the last test. Stress would be over, temporarily as I face many more upcoming tests. I would finally be free to go for training, after a month. I really wanted to go but holiday, Level Tests and the Camp prevented that.
Friday, Pig's Eye Dissection. I was even more afraid of this than I had felt when cutting up it's heart. Eyeballs are a vital organ and they are very fragile. Once gone, they cannot be replaced, unlike livers and kidneys where transplants are possible. They are also very vulnerable to small sharp objects. The thought of having someone touch my eyeball was painful, but to have a knife through it with me alive, I'd rather be dead, I doubt I can take the agony. It also feels very unsafe to have just one eye, and you actually become more unsure with one eye in terms of reaching for objects.
So, in pairs. Our teacher demonstrated a dissection. The way he scrapped the skin of it, cut it's muscles away, then let the black vitreous humour leak out was disgusting. Flipping it inside out to see the blind spot was less so, but I still wouldn't want anyone playing with my eye like that. When we had to do it ourselves, I tried to be nice to the eye, didn't use too much force, resulted in failure, of course. Taking out it's lens was revolting. It's like having someone pull out your eyeball from it's socket, just that the lens is the eyeball and the eyeball is the socket. The jelly-like lens was flicked around, it seemed like it could split any moment, and that's terrible if it does happen in your eye. I even got a few pictures at the risk of my phone being taken away, but it was only done on request.
Saturday. Dental appointment. Got that bracket back in place, tightened a little. Went for training at 2.20. I was at the transfer stop at 2:55. 10 buses that I could have taken, came by, one of them, 4 rounds, except the one that I needed. I was frustrated by that. Every bus that came by, I hoped so hard for it to be it, but no. Then, when I finally got to school at 3.20, I found out that the hall was occupied, by painters. Really mad at what just happened. Everything that I went through, all the time that I was prevented from attending training, then finally getting the chance to come, took the long journey here, and this had to happen, training was cancelled because of painting. Well, that ends my day of any interesting activity, now I look forward to getting replies that training is on tomorrow, so that I can get to see my juniors, after a very long time.
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