Christopher Lee's Dentistry
Last night was one of the wildest flings in my measly boring span of life.
After attending Leon's chaotic (very) pool-birthday party, the bunch of J2s went out for a late movie. The chocolate factory was an obvious choice for the en mass celebrating Leon's entry into manhood. So I called GV PS for the 11 o clock show. time spent cleaning-- missed it. Then Dree tried the 1 am show --- Fully booked. Finally, we settled for the frickin 2 am show. Leon, Tim, Darryl (Leon & Tim's friend), Dree and I went for the early moring show for wonka.
Frazzled by the crazy party I had before, and the incoherent attempt to study E1 in Leon's room, my brain was beyond it carrying capacity for the night. To make matters worst, my parents became extremely explosive when I told them about my plans. (considering that this is my first time I returned home after 12 from a non-school related activity)
As a result of these 'series of unfortunate events' , I ended up swaggering into the cinema with my brain operating on the same level as a goldfish stuck in a filter. But it was also in this escapade of frenzy, did I have some reflection.
My beloved class 2AA2. To most outsiders, they would think that we are among the most united classes in Arts, if not the school. Yet, I have often questioned this claim as I always observe ourselves engaging in fickle private arguments among each other. This tension was highlighted further when our class was crowned by teachers as the most 'pon-able' class in recent times. one quarter comes to school. The rest goes missing. How then, could this class be united, if the pple don't even come to school together.
I reflected. Being united as a class, is not about putting up a nice public front. It is also not about having the lack of conflicts or having honey-sugar friendly-condusive atmosphere for a fruitful learning journey. It is not even about the common liking or contempt of certain teachers. Being a united class, is to have classmate that acknowledge each other and willing to compromise their free time for each other when necesscary. 2AA2 in one of those rare classes which are able to display this on a really abstract level. We don't really do anything dramatic to show our concern for each other and we dont take the trouble to ease out or control the ongoing conflicts in class. Simple gestures like the class automatically sitting together freqently for lunch, gathering to celebrate each other's birthday in school, saying hello are simple gestures of acknowledgement. What about those conflicts? We trust each other and so we don't even bother to hide our malcontent for each other. These postive and negative expressions result in constant communication within the class. And though we may get frustrated at each other very often, whatever conflicts created soon cool off and things go back to normal. Certainly, it may seem that we are disbanded at times, but this was so, we wouldnt even be talking to each other so frankfully.
My domestic environment has been very shaky recently as well (of which I do not wish to elaborate). But a series of disagreements have made me very estranged to both my parents, especialyl my father. It seemed very obviously that my late outing would be the final straw. The very last line I would cross before flanking my domestic dependency into my parents distraught faces with an angst-filled throw. With much suprise, The story of Willy Wonka and his dentist father really provoked me.
As I sat in the tax ride home with Dree, I nervously fiddled with my phone. Craps. Its 4 45 am and my mom is still waiting anxiously at home for my return. There are many things in the world doesn't matter if they'er gone. Family is not one of them.
After attending Leon's chaotic (very) pool-birthday party, the bunch of J2s went out for a late movie. The chocolate factory was an obvious choice for the en mass celebrating Leon's entry into manhood. So I called GV PS for the 11 o clock show. time spent cleaning-- missed it. Then Dree tried the 1 am show --- Fully booked. Finally, we settled for the frickin 2 am show. Leon, Tim, Darryl (Leon & Tim's friend), Dree and I went for the early moring show for wonka.
Frazzled by the crazy party I had before, and the incoherent attempt to study E1 in Leon's room, my brain was beyond it carrying capacity for the night. To make matters worst, my parents became extremely explosive when I told them about my plans. (considering that this is my first time I returned home after 12 from a non-school related activity)
As a result of these 'series of unfortunate events' , I ended up swaggering into the cinema with my brain operating on the same level as a goldfish stuck in a filter. But it was also in this escapade of frenzy, did I have some reflection.
My beloved class 2AA2. To most outsiders, they would think that we are among the most united classes in Arts, if not the school. Yet, I have often questioned this claim as I always observe ourselves engaging in fickle private arguments among each other. This tension was highlighted further when our class was crowned by teachers as the most 'pon-able' class in recent times. one quarter comes to school. The rest goes missing. How then, could this class be united, if the pple don't even come to school together.
I reflected. Being united as a class, is not about putting up a nice public front. It is also not about having the lack of conflicts or having honey-sugar friendly-condusive atmosphere for a fruitful learning journey. It is not even about the common liking or contempt of certain teachers. Being a united class, is to have classmate that acknowledge each other and willing to compromise their free time for each other when necesscary. 2AA2 in one of those rare classes which are able to display this on a really abstract level. We don't really do anything dramatic to show our concern for each other and we dont take the trouble to ease out or control the ongoing conflicts in class. Simple gestures like the class automatically sitting together freqently for lunch, gathering to celebrate each other's birthday in school, saying hello are simple gestures of acknowledgement. What about those conflicts? We trust each other and so we don't even bother to hide our malcontent for each other. These postive and negative expressions result in constant communication within the class. And though we may get frustrated at each other very often, whatever conflicts created soon cool off and things go back to normal. Certainly, it may seem that we are disbanded at times, but this was so, we wouldnt even be talking to each other so frankfully.
My domestic environment has been very shaky recently as well (of which I do not wish to elaborate). But a series of disagreements have made me very estranged to both my parents, especialyl my father. It seemed very obviously that my late outing would be the final straw. The very last line I would cross before flanking my domestic dependency into my parents distraught faces with an angst-filled throw. With much suprise, The story of Willy Wonka and his dentist father really provoked me.
As I sat in the tax ride home with Dree, I nervously fiddled with my phone. Craps. Its 4 45 am and my mom is still waiting anxiously at home for my return. There are many things in the world doesn't matter if they'er gone. Family is not one of them.
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