SPITFIRE

spitfire [ˈspɪtˌfaɪə]
noun
a person given to outbursts of spiteful temper and anger

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Of Injections, Sports and Exams

Okay, I'm back to typing, got nothing better to do anyway.

So, yesterday morning during school assembly, the school's students affair department thought it was funny to suddenly pop up a news (which no one, I repeat, no freakin one expected) and told all the Form 3s (a.k.a. the 15 year olds) that we are to get an injection on that day itself. First reaction? What the f*ck. Apparently, (note the sarcasm) the teachers forgot to inform us that it was going to happen and they had known all along. But still, the reactions were kinda comical, that, I can admit, was amusing. But being the sorta emo, apathetic, nonchalant kid I was in school, the only reaction I had was a bored stare. I couln't help it, I was used to needles, what with all the blood tests and everything, it seems almost fun now. So as a student of the first class in the form, (school system be damned) my class was dragged to the injection brienfing right after. We were told that we were to get the ATT shot, better known as the anti tetanus toxoid shot, but that seems like a mouthful, besides, acronyms are cool, not. Skip the girly shrieks and cries and apparently its my turn. Honestly, I did not feel the actual injection at all, I was like, its over? Yay? It was nothing special anyway, it was just a shot. But hell happened when I got home. Apparently, the aftereffect was not expected, but it was there. From yesterday evening til now, yes, now, my left forearm has been sensitive to even the slightest touch. It was like getting hammered with every feather like touch. Oh the pain, the horror. Last week the shoulder problem, now this. Woe is me. Sigh.

And then, school's Annual Sports Day is coming up, this Saturday. Urgh. Somehow I've actually managed to get into the final rounds of BOTH 100meters and 200meters runs. But as my twitter says, I'm too lazy to train nor practice! I don't even know why I'm in the race anyway. Running sucks, except in some particular occasions, such as releasing stress (smiles). Wish me luck, will be needing loads of it.

And of course, who can let go of the chance to rant about exams, dear exams and test, f*ck you, I wish you never existed, and I also wish you would die and go to hell, you have ruined my suppose fun teenage life and made it miserable and nag filled and stress constant instead, I hate you. For whoever it was who created tests and exams, I hope he's rotting in hell, or at least in complete darkness and a void empty space.Apparently, exams are next week, no time to study with sports this weekend. Only thought I have about it besides cursing them? Die hard.

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