Hi. Feel overworked and underpaid. I start school at 8. On mondays I end at 6, with 1 hour break. 1 measly hour! On tuesdays, wednesdays, and thursdays I end at 4, and on Fridays I end at 6. And then, there is a 1.5 hour long journey home. And my tuitions:
Chinese 1.30 hours on monday
Karate 1:30 hours on wednesday
Piano 1 hour on thursday
4 Effing hours of math on saturdays
1:30 hours of PROGRAMMING on SUNDAYS!!!!

And I only save $2 every day...:(.

EMO! EMO! EMO!

Short story here for fun and laughter peace and joy.(Only 2 people from rosyth will get this quote, and neither frequent this blog)

On the 8th of august, no fans were on in the hall. Rosyth had a state of the art fan system, but the same could not be said for its power supply. As a "money saving" measure, rosyth was run by a truck battery. After all, who cared about the students when there was money to be made, eh? Soon, tempers were running as high as the heat. Every murmur, every yawn was seized upon by the teachers prowling like vultures along the sides of the hall.
No student even acknowledged the rather interesting national day performance, even though the elphant(recruited from the zoo) was a clever gimmick. Just as they thought they could sink no longer into their depression, the national day parade screening began. There was a collective groan, immediately acknowledged by the cracking of bullwhips. The students were whipped into silence. Suddenly, the whip cracks were overwhelmed by a larger rumble. "Whoosh!" the fireworks display had begun!
Just then, there was a huge trumpeting. Spooked by the blast, the elephants trainers lost control of it as it trampled straight into the principal and the art teacher. A cheer rose from the mass of students. They were free!