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I hate REAP. Fine. I haven't gone for one. But it's because of it that I will have 4 more hours of lessons a week and I have to put my piano lessons on hold. My fridays and not free for the next month. That equates to NO MORE LIFE. Monday: CCA, Tuesday: Tuition, Wednesday: REAP and tuition, Thursday: CCA, Friday: REAP. Can I please die. Wednesday is the worst. I need permission to die. NOW. And they'll probably think they made a miracle happen when I do well for FYEs. But they probably wouldn't make a difference. Its all the work of my tuition. And if they think that our (quote them) "foundation" is so important, and they're taking our MID-YEAR results as a gauge for admission to this program, why didn't they start at the start of term 3? Like what difference do they think they can make in a month? Crazy people. Please lah, look at my common test results can. Sure it's not all As but it shows I never needed their help. Like my tuition teacher said. "MOE came up with teach less, learn more. But the school teachers teach less and I teach the rest." I totally agree. I might as well not go to school since I don't get a word they're talking about most of the time yet I go for tuition and it works like a charm. Where's the logic anyone? I'm not saying all teachers are bad. But in a class of 40 people, and with a syllabus thats so straining on the teachers, its no wonder their pace is too fast for me. Of course there are SOME teachers who well, just can't teach. I think they are lacking teachers and MOE is desperate. Or else I would have never gotten an e maths teacher like that. I can't put the name cos I'm not supposed "de-fame" any teachers. Whatever. I should just die. I have no problem with forfeiting my future for purgatory. Most of everyone's life is crap anyway and who looks forward to hardship and sadness? Not me. All I need is to be happy and love and be loved. Nothing else matters much to me really. I feel as if I'm wasting my time in school. And I really can't talk to my dad. It just makes me angry and sad. So there's no point. I'm contemplating whether or not to cut my nails. I think I won't. There's busking next week. Believe it or not. That's my saving grace. I actually get to hang out for a few hours, just playing my guitar and talking and laughing. I love church. I just thought of something to pray for. But God will probably say no. Well who knows, maybe God got modern.

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