Mira. plain ol' jane. a year older every september 30th. for some reason, i love saying "Seriously". the label in my heart is "2pm". in love with music. better off being taller. :D

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7:30 PM

Most of you probably knows that today my class did a huge apology to Mrs Wong.
if you went past 01 classroom, that is.
even at the staircase, you can see them.
those little tiny notes of "sorry".
If you are wondering why, its because my class lied to her.
& YES, the WHOLE class. let me repeat again. the WHOLE 39-students class.
Hard to believe, RIGHT?
Guess this is what they say ‘we’re all in this together’.
but this time, it ain't something nice.


This is a list of what happened:
>The back of the class had ‘Mrs Wong please forgive us. We promise we will never do it again’
they were in BOLD BOLD letters.
big enough for anybody who's not blind to see.

>The whiteboard had our apology written on it. ALL OVER THE PLACE.
in different languages even.
there was French, Japanese.
Khai even wrote them in Chinese.
not just in chinese, but the characters.
wow, right?

>At the staircase had a few notes of apology for her.
courtesy of me, Syaf & Dhiyyah.

I saw Mrs Wong smile.
But it was no time to feel relieved.
Me & Syiqa had to take out all the little notes on the staircase.
so, when Syaf saw that Mrs Wong was downstairs, she grabbed me and we went to the toilet on the 2nd floor.
two 206 guys, offered us help.
one of them asked "do you want us to help?"
Syaf agreed.
"when i showed this(the thumbs up sign), that means, she past already."
so we waited.
then the two guys moved up front and began talking to Mrs Wong, and one of the guys moved back, and gave us the signal that she went up.
like people infected with mad-cow disease (though i don't know what it meant), we went from the first floor and tore out every single "sorry" notes.
thanks, to the 206 guys.
Mrs Wong went in and said "how could i not forgive my own class?", with a smile.
we cheered.
never did i felt, how great, my class actually is, when we put aside our differences. :D[ im tired of waitin' ]