headache

Ahh noo.

Oh well the investiture was fine, but it was kinda long and draggy for the first segment, and it didn't help much when it ended pretty late and I was unable to get back to school on time, so crap I missed class for two days in a row. For people who do not know, here's why I missed class yesterday. The period got pushed forward because of the teacher's time table, and apparently Wendy, Nadiah and me were in the MCS room slacking, so Ms Cheah (who went around the canteen looking for people from Financial Literacy) didn't find us, we weren't informed at all about class. How dumb could it get?

I met Ms Cheah yesterday in the canteen, and kinda explained it to her, she said it was fine and that I should be able to catch up. I said I would attend class tomorrow (today), but apparently I didn't due to the investiture.

"Oh well so you missed class for two days in a row, no big deal.." Yeah sure, no big deal when I haven't met the teacher in my life. He/She probably has the WORST impression of me now, and it won't help when he/she knows that I'm from the TASC. "Norsheha, your councillor ponned class for two days in a row."

But oh well I did my part, got my notes from Nadiah (photocopied) and read through them so that I will be more informed when I go to class. It's my dad's sector anyway, as in banking and finance. Bonds, stocks, junk (high yield) bonds and shit. He should be able to teach me, if he has time. I hope.

And at like 3.35 I had this guitar meeting. I met with them, which reminds me- I have to do the stuff to send them, and at 5.30 I had to attend this College Day briefing cum Cheering briefing. I was the only TASC there so guess how much notes I took? Didn't help that I having this humongous headache, sneezing and all that shit. I think it's the sun and shit, I'm falling sick or something. During my guitar meeting I felt the headache coming along, but rahhhh I guess sleep, water and food will clear it up.

Did I mention? I walked in through the door at 8, and my parent's caregroup was just going to pray. It was quite embarrassing, but yes after I went up they prayed. Then after that they started their praise and worship, and me in my room, I'm stuck without food, without dinner. Empty stomach, headache, sneezing, how shitty can this feeling get? At least now I'm reminded how beggars feel and stuff, remind me to donate the next time I see them on the street.

And I have to do guitar stuff, read my notes, and shit I've no dinner. I'd interrupt them if I went down, and it's rude. I'll just stay here, starve, and figure a way out or something.

I'm really hungry.

Eugene.