i fell and scraped my knee terribly today whilst coming to school, and now have a horrid ugly red blotch on my left knee. i was trying not to look at it as i walked in because it wasnt bleeding at first, [because suspended disbelief conquers a horrendous aversion to blood] though when i got to the staff room and vicky and suann screamed at me i immediately went into shock and your period of obligatory pale faint feminine weakness. hahaha. luckily ping aik was there to GALLANTLY RESCUE ME! so i spent assembly with her in the sick bay, feeling painfully selfconscious because 1. as a teacher i want to appear as an INFALLIBLE SOURCE OR STADINESS AND AUTHORITY and as such fainting spells are a disgrace, and 2. because the whole incident was so absurd!!! i havent skinned a knee since primary school, and even then i never skinned anything this badly before. the funniest part was when everyone came in to ask how i was-- i felt so silly because its only a minor [if bloody] wound; and because i simply felt so silly taking everyone's concern over such a trivial matter hahaha. im terrible, really. its my fault for being so shy of blood. in both senses of the word.
lessons were allright. i love odd wednesdays because i can happily teach unseen. today's was an exercise in self indulgence, though: i KNOW im supposed to teach devices and analysis BUT i can't pass up beautiful writing!!! and of course its sudden salience in relation to AHEM recent events in my life. so i did jeanette winterson because *gasp* i couldnt help myself! i wish i were my purvis though: i can just imagine him going "the heath is not green but brown" and " we're talking GENIUS here" and so on. i wish i were a student again; i could spend forever in his class. in 1a, i guess, and with all the other teachers [hell i miss history. and all the teachers' idiosyncracies] and the whole humans environment: not because my current situation is any worse; or that i liked every bit of it; or that im attempting to be elitist-- simply because i couldnt imagine otherwise.
somehow though i am afraid i dont measure up to the ideal impact-- i was really happily talking away, and also concentrating on my aching knee [i hate aches. give me searing pain already. 'a BLAZE of love and then extinction, rather than a lantern glimmer of the same'] and i wasnt really sure if everyone kinda understood what i was saying haha. perhaps i could have done better by doing a technical lesson-- oh lets all dissect prose now: but language is not a cadaver. OKAY going off topic here.
after lessons i decided to air my wound because th gauze was soaked, so poor pingaik had to come and help me clean and redress the wound again. i take my hat off to her, because if i were to face someone with a wound like that, **i** would FAINT and prob need the patient to help me up instead hahaha. after that i was basically rather handicapped-- walkiing everywhere with my skirt pulled up one side. which was kindof gross cos it looked like i was flashing everybody [oh yes but theres no doubting it i have sexy legs. wink] and cos it was getting all bloody and blood was like dripping down my leg. its not painful as much as annoying in its nausea inducing tendencies. hahahaha oh dear i sound so masochistic. like cut.
after school though we [being me, pingaik qinning augustine joshua sean sharon and susan oh dear i feel so little girl in my obsession for recording] went down to settlers at clarke quay for a whole evening of playing stupid games and getting completely high and basically screaming the whole place down with laughter. for safety's sake nothing will be disclosed here. WARNING: dont you MEASLY LEETLE GURLS be gettin ta wrong idea. ve are FEEGURES of AUTHORITY and completely SERIOUS role model figures in EVERYTHEENG ve DU. i am disappointed though. NOBODY WANTED TO PLAY ZOMBIES! ive been dying to play zombies. please somebodyanybodyzits get a team and play ZOMBIES WITH MEEEEE zomg i love zombies. as you can tell im still high.
an update on my state: and the obligatory public self flaglellation/ popular martyrdom: my wound is being annoyingly throbbingly painful. the only shirt skirts i ahve in my cupboard are too short for school!!! GGXX expect more skirts mysteriously pinned up on the left hem... i dont know how im gonna present myself at smu on fri afternoon-- though if they allowed me in on the count of bob, they may be more forgiving of my inexcusable clumsiness. grins.
mellie contemplated 11:06 PM
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