Luke-warm, wet pants
I got my shorts wet today. As part of an orientation game, I had to sit on a water bomb. And burst it. Disturbing stuff really.
Went on to perfect my tan (as I didn't have the time to apply the sunblock I had packed), secure a FEMALE dance partner for their sucky couple dance (good-o), do my KI diagnostic test (oh god, I DO hope I get in) and alot of other things.
I seriously believe by now that ACJC is run by anti-fags, they love to spoof them. It's rather cruel...and silly, I thought we'd all left that behind when we graduated from primary school (and the attendant confusion about sexuality), I mean, just LOOK at their MILK (Mainly I Love Kids--man, their grammar is TEH BADZ) promo ad and the second intake orientation video. But I kind of like the school, in fact, I like it more than I ever liked Crescent or RGPS. Nobody's picked on me or bullied me yet except for the occasional stupid jibe from stupids who don't even know me (okay, cool it now, it only LOOKED like a jibe from the corner of my eye, I don't KNOW for a fact...but then again nothing can be absolutely proven).
I think the kids here are cute...not physical appearances (a whole new ball-game, and I' NOT going to wear my heart on my sleeve), I just appreciate how (for lack of a better word) everyone is so lovable and non-threatening and...just good. I cannot generalise, I know that, but that's pretty much what I think of the people whom I have actually gotten a chance to speak to and spend time with.
For the benefit of those people whom I requested blog addresses from (I'm sure you thought I was voyeuristic or something, um, no not really), ...my orientation group is Harpy...and you can find a certain other person who wasn't in the same orientation group this time by searching the name up on blogsearch.
Um, I really appreciated the coordinators' efforts, for both the first and second time. And I found that all the people whom I spent the day with are really very (ah, I've lost my nerve, see? refer to paragraph above relating to schoolmates).
Shit, I'm a pathetic idiot.
Please knock on my little grey door.
Virginia Woolf to Isaiah Berlin
Went on to perfect my tan (as I didn't have the time to apply the sunblock I had packed), secure a FEMALE dance partner for their sucky couple dance (good-o), do my KI diagnostic test (oh god, I DO hope I get in) and alot of other things.
I seriously believe by now that ACJC is run by anti-fags, they love to spoof them. It's rather cruel...and silly, I thought we'd all left that behind when we graduated from primary school (and the attendant confusion about sexuality), I mean, just LOOK at their MILK (Mainly I Love Kids--man, their grammar is TEH BADZ) promo ad and the second intake orientation video. But I kind of like the school, in fact, I like it more than I ever liked Crescent or RGPS. Nobody's picked on me or bullied me yet except for the occasional stupid jibe from stupids who don't even know me (okay, cool it now, it only LOOKED like a jibe from the corner of my eye, I don't KNOW for a fact...but then again nothing can be absolutely proven).
I think the kids here are cute...not physical appearances (a whole new ball-game, and I' NOT going to wear my heart on my sleeve), I just appreciate how (for lack of a better word) everyone is so lovable and non-threatening and...just good. I cannot generalise, I know that, but that's pretty much what I think of the people whom I have actually gotten a chance to speak to and spend time with.
For the benefit of those people whom I requested blog addresses from (I'm sure you thought I was voyeuristic or something, um, no not really), ...my orientation group is Harpy...and you can find a certain other person who wasn't in the same orientation group this time by searching the name up on blogsearch.
Um, I really appreciated the coordinators' efforts, for both the first and second time. And I found that all the people whom I spent the day with are really very (ah, I've lost my nerve, see? refer to paragraph above relating to schoolmates).
Shit, I'm a pathetic idiot.
Please knock on my little grey door.
Virginia Woolf to Isaiah Berlin
Labels: acjc, harpy, orientation, schoolmates, veiled indirect letter to express what I blush to say facing you all
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