Monday, August 27, 2007
slowly, the feelings creep in, like a shadow of an unselfish sin.
It jolts you back into a sudden epiphany; perhaps you've found something worth fighting for.
Been having late nights recently, not outside but at home infront of the com. hahaha. its a good thing now going to camp usually means relaxing. goodness knows what would happen if the workload was like last time, probably crumble down into a heap of manure or something.
Been awhile since I wrote abit of prose. here's one me and a friend wrote one angry afternoon. and for the record, the real meaning isn't linked with anything academical. haha. enjoy the literary nonsense.
The Pupil
She was strolling to lecture as usual, holding her beloved geography book and her beloved pencil box. Then just outside the lecture theatre, she was filled with a sudden rush of defiance and she felt some unknown forces pulling her away with vehement and unparalled strength. She was bound to be on the losing side in this lopsided tug-of-war.
She was strolling to lecture as usual, holding her beloved geography book and her beloved pencil box. Then just outside the lecture theatre, she was filled with a sudden rush of defiance and she felt some unknown forces pulling her away with vehement and unparalled strength. She was bound to be on the losing side in this lopsided tug-of-war.
There was the student, sitting with legs up on the table, plugging into her own world with her music player, not realizing that a storm was brewing. Oh, definitely not a drizzle, it was a thunderstorm.
The geography teacher barged into her hiding place, demanded with tremendous fury to see the homework that he assigned. She foraged her bag, yet all he got to see was blank sheets, no, not blank, there were a few smiling faces drawn. Not a bad effort, I must say.
Out of the blue, she tossed her bag onto the floor, but unwittingly hit the teacher’s toes with it. He was impaled now; she was mobile, yet immobilized. Instead of escaping, she apologized profusely, her face filled with such great repentance even our lord and saviour would have forgave her sins.
The teacher forgave her, gave her a sincere pat on the back and said, “You are the model student”. She hastily added that the girls are as responsible too.
