Friday, July 14, 2006
It's Friday. And for once, there isn't training. No kicking ass. No Big Gulps. No Prata Dinners. No Bunny Hananas. No train ride home.
It feels weird.
But on the sane side, No wearing that blasted uncomfortable thing anymore. No extra washing for mum.
And what's more.... MORE TIME FOR THE 3 O LEVEL STUDENTS TO MUG FOR THE O LEVELS!!!
Hahaha. Just a little levity there.
Alright, it's gonna be another post about band, so those who know you aren't gonna like reading this or know you are gonna be bored out, stop HERE.
So. I went back to see the band today.
It's pathetic.
Where the bloody heck are the human beings? I saw dead people, arrogant people, people who love to laugh at their inability to play, people who kept smsing external friends in the face of the conductor, etc.
Nope, no fun playing, no correct playing, not even one count was perfect.
To all band members reading this, though this is more for the juniors, what do you want? Think!
Just what did you want when you picked band in ur CCA sheet?
Is it CCA points? Is it simply the experience of HOLDING an instrument? Or did you perhaps want friends? Or maybe you wanted to rise far up and be an overlord with a post? Did you want recognition?
Please, ask urself that.
Apart from that. The only other problem lies with the bloody teachers. Please la. You want another Gold with Honours? You're putting the amount of effort a COP band teacher-in-charge puts in. You say, Oh, there's O Level Oral going on. So cannot self-practice outside the Band Room right? OK FINE. Then what about opening the band room itself?!?! Your answer to that is still that there are the O Levels going on?!?!
THEN HOW THE BLOODY SHIT ARE YOU ABLE TO STILL HAVE COMBINED BAND PRACTICES ON DAYS WITH O LEVELS ORALS?!?!
TELL ME THE ANSWER TO THAT YOU SILLY ADULTS. GIVE ME A GOOD REASON WHY MY JUNIORS CANNOT BE GIVEN THE SAME RIGHT TO PRACTICE IN THE ROOM AS THEY HAVE DURING BAND PRACTICE. TELL ME THAT AND GIVE A DIFFERENT METHOD TO IMPROVE THEM AND THE REST OF THE BAND, AND MAYBE I'LL STOP ASKING.
Bloody teachers. I've had enough blogging for today.
