I'll start with what happened in the beginning.

I'm starting to NOT not like Mr Chan as much I did last time. He's okay actually, if you actually listened to his lessons. It's really interesting. He ended up explaining to us 'The Carbon Cycle" using Literature and Drama. Plays, actually. It was good timing, because right after that was Mr Khairul's reading lesson. We don't learn to read, just read. He's our Literature too, by the way.

So, the library's air-conditioner was busted or wasn't on for some reason, so we ended up spending the rest of our 1 hour in complete... Wait, I forgot what word to use. Anyway, let's just say it was so god damn hot. And if people were to ask if it was because of his presence, I disagree, but I agree to some extent too. Anyways, we were looking through this book filled with nice scenery pictures taken by some professional photographer whose name I did not take any interest in. But the photos were superb! That guy even took a photo of 2 naked people lying on the beach, suntanning or whatever. Mr Khairul covered that photo, saying we weren't supposed to see it. I took his hand away, saw it, and Aqilah went all "Oh... fuck" and covered her mouth. Not because she noticed her mistake, she was just awestruck by the nakedness.

So, there was this mini conversation that went...

Mr Khairul: Girls your size shouldn't be using such big words.
Aqilah: But it's just 4 letters!
Mr Khairul: Vulgarities.
Aqilah: Vulgarity is a long word.
*pushes me and I fall to the ground*
Aqilah: OI VULGARITY!

So in other words, you can say that the word "vulgarity" is now a new swear word. I learnt that during the old times that "NUDITY IS A FORM OF PURITY". Which should explain why there were so many paintings of people who were naked. Xiu Ming asked why the "thing" so small, so Mr Khairul explained that the "thing" is so small because the focus is not on that part.

There's so much more to this 1 hour than you think. I wish my fingers and mind weren't as lazy as it is.
Sad to say though, I think I am learning "new-but-not-supposed-to-be-taught" things during Mr Khairul's lessons.
I think I bring home the wrong information all the time.
HAHA, sorry. I do study too, okay.
Not trying to bring your reputation down, but...
WAIT.

This is where I want to start ranting my !@#$%^& off.
Below has NOTHING to do with lessons or Mr Khairul. That's for sure.
I bet many people out there know WHO is going to replace our beloved *eherm* Literature teacher.
I never knew how much HE sucked, but today I was given the priviledge to get to know that.

When he was supposed to introduce himself to us, he told us all to keep quiet and "be fair", let him explain and then we can ask him questions. He talked in this very... eurgh... manner [for a lack of better words].

Well, no 'good' teacher stands on the table to tell everyone that he is 'superior' and everyone must listen to him. If you don't know something, ask to reassure. Not just act like you've been there all your life. Do not underestimate us. We are not 'nothing'. We are 'something'. You act so stuck-up, ARGH!

There's nothing much I can say.
Once you come in, I don't want to work under you.
You... you... cow poo.
That was so lame, I just can't think right now.

Oh, and I heard that Bill, hasn't taken the operation yet?
Or has he?
I hope he did. He must! You have no more time to consider it.
It's for your own good, before you completely lose your voice.
I forgot to mention.
Nobody would actually give this a shit anyway,
but you people should know better than to call him gay.
[calling both Bill and someone else "gay"]
You wouldn't want the same "crying" scene happening again.