She called me Frankenstein

Mum: *knocking on door* You know, you're still going to need to go to school even though you're only half and hour late. You can't stay in there for another 7 hours you know.

Me: SHUT UP, SEE! I'M TAKING CONTROL OF MY GOD DARN SCHEDULE, SEE. FROM NOW ONWARD THERE'S NO CLASSES EXCEPT ON THE DAYS THAT I SAY SO, SEE! ALL YOU BOYS BETTER BACK OFF BEFORE I CUT MY WRIST LIKE THE EMO I AM, SEE?!

*Ends flashback*

Ah, come on right in. I was just having a flashback of my angsty filled days of Primary School. Now, who here DOESN'T hate Primary school? We all did, it was a time of big-ass kids who had the IQ of a cryogenetically frozen caveman taking your lunch money and giving you wedgies.

I said it once and I'll say it AGAIN. No one and I mean NO ONE has good memories of Primary School, I didn't, that's for sure. WHO in the right mind has good memories of Primary School? You were always treated like 2nd hand pupils and such.

And there's the PSLE. PSLE-makers are assholes, they delibrately set up the required aggregates and subjects just to f**k around with out little immature minds and shit. Wanna know why I repeated P6 twice? Look no further then the goverment and the PSLE-makers, boys and girls.

I swear, this year after I visited Siglap on Teacher's Day I'm going back to Elias Park primary and go all Rambo on their asses. Who's up for it, eh? *glances around audience*

No one???

Ah, ya buncha wet willies

Anyway, that's all the time I have for this particular post. I'll be posting up more sooner then you think, keep an open eye out though. Night fellow Mercs!

-Luis-