Rant!!

ok, i know the chapter was short, but i couldn't do much posting because of this bottled up anger in me.
yesterday, our class had classroom cleaning, and it was cool. Mr Lee spilt paint on the floor (quite a bit, the wiseguy -_-lll), and we all had fun white-washing the tables. we were supposed to think of our designs for the table.
mine was rainbows and penknives, but in the end it turned out looking like Mangekyou Sharingan's alternate world, half the table black with red streaks and the other half red with black streaks, with the word EMO in the top left hand corner of the thing. picture next week.
today, i took a couple of hours to finish. and this was with help. i was fickle, so i guess the time i took was reasonably fast.
what happens after you finish? you clean up.
me and Kimberly got up, split up a rag and used turpentine to remove the white and coloured paint. didn't work. i scrubbed till my hands were raw and shaking compulsively. i was really, really trying my best to clean up the floor, now that we had such nice tables, i didn't want an ugly floor, you know?
and then something i never thought would happen did.
i began tearing up. because of the floor.
i know, i know, aww... so cute... whatever. but i never expected for me to care so much, maybe it was because i smelt paint for half the day and then the scent of turpentine for the other half. i looked back and realised how retarded it was.
lol, yeah, i think it was the turpentine. because after a few people complained of the smell and our teacher banned it, i stopped tearing up. but wouldn't it be so wierd to cry over a floor?
so anyway, by the time i was done, my hand were raw pink, my knuckles were black and rubbed, my arms ached and the floor remained white. BAH~RI~LLI~ANT.
better still. me and Kim were scrubbing our arse off with Marilyn, Jasmine and Chermaine, and Hannah was helping us pour water, but what did the rest do?
watch. and move when necessary.
later on, i got angry. i was tired, hungry, thirsty, and so was everyone else working.
"Sheryl, Savina, what are you doing? shouldn't you be helping them scrape the paint off the chairs?" trying my best to be patient here.
"we don't know how to do it." Savina replied, rolling those little eyes of hers like marbles. "Yah," Sheryl added.
OH MY GOD.
you take the paintbrush.
you scrape it off with the wooden end.
you sweep it away to the bin.
i don't understand.
IS IT REALLY TOO DIFFICULT FOR YOU?
oh well. like my math teacher said, we could sell their brains for an extremely high price. after all, they've never been used before.
Mr Lee insisted that he cleared up the paint the day before. he didn't.
i got agitated.
"yes, i did clear it up the day before."
"with what?! water?! it didn't get it off, let me tell you."
"no, no, i cleared up the paint. i wiped it."
"LISTEN HERE, MR LEE!! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, WE SPENT THE FIRST 45 MINUTES TRYING TO CLEAR UP THIS AREA!! 45 MINUTES!!! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY TO THAT?!"
silence from the class. silence from Mr Lee.
"whatever. you know what? whatever." i walked away. this was the second outburst of the day. the first time was when i was scrubbing with my palms and got angry when nobody would listen to us trying to tell them to help clean up, Jeanette and Intan were taking their time to paint their tables and everyone was ignoring the teacher. i had a walk around the school and calmed down before returning to class.
couple of other things happened, here and there. not really going to bother to list everything that happened, only this:
what happened?
during camp Corri, you were all to co operative. what happened to your class spirit?
granted. class cleaning isn't the most pleasant of activities, but still. it has to be done, right? so if you want some good remarks, why don't you just pitch in to help? you'll keep clean and the teacher will surely recognise your hard work.
so why is it that you feel like you have to lie? not knowing how to do something is different from not wanting to do it. lying about something that is so obviously seen through doesn't make any sense. you're just lying to yourself, because you don't fool me. i didn't want to clean up, i can tell you that. i didn't want to be the one to clean up, i wanted to be the one who paints!! and the one who has fun. but i did it anyway because i see the logic.
keeping the class clean.
a good record of initiative's.
a good record of class spirit.
a nice floor to match the pretty tables.
my logic beats yours of sitting back to slack because you don't feel like it.
so in case our classroom supervisor ofor this activity meets up with our form and co-form...
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good luck for parent-teacher's night.