let lemons be angry

One day away from school can work magic. I just couldn't bear to go through the pre-maths-class ritual again: closing my eyes and composing myself in front of the mirror in the toilet for a few minutes, trudging up the ts stairs, trudging down, finally trudging up again when i accept that i have to go to class, entering the frigid container classroom with the two other classmates in different corners, whining at mr ho and exerting every bit of positive energy to keep from puking/screaming/tearingmyhairout. And one day away from all that...really helped. I think i can face it all calmly on tuesday. Mr ho's a very nice guy. I told him my woes in great detail and he just chewed on his pear and told me to drop maths. My new friend Irene Ho from nus (both are hos, how quaint) replied my email, and although i can't quite decipher her meaning from her short reply, it seems like i don't need my ao maths! She just made my day perfect. I'm almost quivering with excitement. Dear dear irene ho. I'll send a bouquet to her office if she tells me i can drop ao maths. I dare not hope, but still. Hope erases the hopelessness of yesterday.

PW is almost over, just two presentations to go. Last night's slumber party was far from the bimbotic one we'd planned. We're quite done with the presentation, now all that's needed is a couple of rehearsals. Cheese pizza (for the vegetarian dharma) at 8:30 does wonderful things for tired, hungry people. Stef's room is perfect for slumber parties. 3 beds and a jar of nougats.

it's been a long time coming*